Do You Hate Mondays?
I used to begin dreading the start of a new week before the weekend was half-way over.
Friday I would spend getting trashed with friends, seemingly celebrating life, but really just trying to whitewash over the negativity and emptiness of the week.
Saturday I would continue in the faux festivities, but the impending doom of a new week on the horizon would slowly build in the background interrupting any real sense of joy.
Sunday I would feel even worse: there’d a be a slight lump in my throat as if I was catching a cold, a physical manifestation of the real sickness I felt at the prospect of having to get up and get through another week.
And then, Monday, the worst. The physical and mental torture of having to get up and get to (school when I was younger, work when I was older) was as real as having my fingernails ripped off.
First world problem, sure, but calling it that doesn’t lessen the real effects of the depression and horror felt by so many transgressing through a life they hate.
Tuesday would feel almost as bad, just a slight uptick from checking one day off the week.
Wednesday I could adequately bear with the knowledge that half of the unbearable week was over.
But then Thursday would be a terrible reminder that the life-sentence had not yet been fulfilled.
Finally, Friday, and back to drinking enough to forget, if only for a few hours.
And the repetition of this ordeal would often worsen enough that I would band-aid it with drinks after (school / work) throughout the week as well.
But that would only make the bleak reality of waking up each day to my dreary life even more daunting.
I don’t know exactly when this cycle began (middle school? High School?) but it continued for a long, long time:
The days, weeks, years passing by like a row of dominoes falling down, with no satisfaction or meaning, just a (clink, clink, clink) monotonous progression.
It’s a truism that you are what you eat, but the initial change for me came by changing my diet.
I had been getting more and more sick for ages and the doctor’s provided me with no solutions.
I had extremely low energy, couldn’t sleep due to constipation, constant rashes, and incessant acid reflex. And yet, the doctor’s kept telling me, no matter what tests they ran, that I was perfectly healthy.
I finally took to researching my symptoms through an internet journey, and nothing matched until I found some back-water internet site discussing the symptoms of a wheat-illness (this was before gluten became the trendy word and diet it is today).
Just two days removing anything flour related from my diet and I felt like I had awoken from a long, unfulfilling dream.
And this led me to the paleo websites, which instead of just removing gluten emphasize what you should be eating, particularly lots of meat and vegetables, and basically flipping the long-heralded USDA food pyramid upside-down.
The paleo diet greatly affected me, both physically and mentally.
But even more, it gave me hope that I could change myself–that the misery I seemed to be caught in wasn’t inevitable.
I began searching for more knowledge and insights on the internet and slowly began making changes:
I began reading more and playing less video games. (use the Library-It’s Free!)
I began lifting more instead of focusing on cardio workouts. (Iron and Tweed)
I began removing virtually all sugar from my diet. (Brett Olson’s Get Serious (amazon))
I began cooking more and more meals, and eating out (especially generic, cheap fast-food) less and less.
I discovered the manosphere and began learning the true complementary nature of masculinity and femininity. (Rational Male)
I worked on my mindset, my posture and becoming proactive instead of reactive. (Mike Cernovich’s Gorilla Mindset (amazon))
I used Kratom to end my reliance on alcohol and as a shortcut to a more positive mindset. (Good Looking Loser)
I began making plans and goals for improvement, tracking them daily. (30 Days to X)
I began proactively working on my career instead of just languishing in dead-end jobs.
These are just some of the changes I slowly made in my life. And not all at once. There were ebbs, flows, and lulls punctuated by rapid change.
Gradually, I became aware of the lack of dread I felt approaching each new week.
I slowly began eagerly anticipating each new day.
And they began to balance out, instead of being controlled by the rough up-and-downs, like an old ship being tossed about based on the day’s weather, I became more anchored.
My mood and attitude each day was being set by me instead of by which day of the week it was.
Then, one day I noticed, it was Monday morning and I was super excited to start a new week.
Here’s how my happiness levels look now:
I Love Mondays
Mondays are awesome now.
Mondays mean the beginning of a new week of kicking ass.
Mondays are the day I set my goals and challenges for the week.
Mondays provide a clear contrast between my mindset and others:
It feels so awesome to walk in the office with a skip in my step, a huge smile, and tons of positive energy, anxious to start taking care of business, especially when nearly everyone else is at their lowest point in the week.
The other huge contrast I have noticed is that I’m not crazy excited on Friday–just because it’s Friday.
You’ll notice most people are extremely happy on Friday, simply because it’s Friday. Just ask them why they’re so happy, what do they have planned.
They will invariably answer, “Nothing, just not working you know.”
What a sad way to live.
Many people have commented on my positive attitude (How are you smiling so much on a Monday?) and I always tell them the same thing:
Don’t Be Jealous-
P.S. If you need an increase in momentum, I highly recommend Mike Cernovich’s Gorilla Mindset (amazon). I’ve been in overdrive ever since reading it.