CLEVELAND - It's the Monday after Thanksgiving and you wake up to see clouds, rain, and yes cool temperatures. Turkey time is over and you have to get up and face the music. It's time to go back to work and get back into the daily grind.
The only problem is that you don't feel like it. I mean you "really" don't feel like it. Your energy is missing in action, your body is limp, your brain is fried, and you have no desire to leave your home and go to work. It's painful just thinking about coordinating an outfit where the colors match instead of clash.
I didn't want to go here but I'm in a real transparent mood. Your heart aches at the thought of saying goodbye to your pajamas and white sweat socks. Hair? Makeup? Are you serious? You're just not feeling it in your spirit. Then all of a sudden you hear that little voice in your head that says, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. It's official. You have a case of the Monday-winter blahs.
Hi, my name is Danita and I have the Monday-winter blahs. Now you say, "Hi Danita." I know that I am not alone in this because, well, I just know. I don't like this mood I'm in and I decided to enlist the help of my Facebook friends . I believe in the power of words and I was hoping that my Facebook family would come to my rescue, and they did.
If you have been diagnosed with this condition and you're feeling hopeless, I want to encourage you today. There's a cure for our state of mind. As a matter of fact, some of the treatment methods are quite enjoyable and easy to do. So, according to Dr. Facebook Friends here are a few ways to pull yourself up and out of the Monday-winter blahs.
- Pajamas, couch and a good book
- Comfort food
- Tunafish on toast
- Chocolate and potato chips(works for another mood I have from time to time as well...PMS)
- Sweet potato pie and ice cream
- Attitude adjustment music
- Psalm 100
- Jumping jacks
- Retail therapy aka shopping
I want to thank my Facebook friends for helping me out today with these suggestions. Some are quite interesting, but helpful nevertheless. I'm hoping it will help you if you're ever in this situation and you need a way out.
By the way, I didn't say goodbye to the white sweat socks. It was too hard for me let go so, I threw on a pair of boots to cover them up. Hey, I didn't say I was cured. I'm going to take this one day, or shall I say one sweat sock, at a time.