Sigh. The first day back to work after vacation. Am I right?
I started out the day strong. Happy to be back in routine. Satisfied at having gotten up at a reasonable hour. Having braced the cold, scraped my car windows, packed my lunch, and rejoined the rat race. I was once again a productive member of society.
But a couple hours after arriving at work, my enthusiasm faded a bit.
Me, at 8:30 (apparently I work on water):
But the good news is, it's only a three day work week. AND I started in on those goals today (sugar detox) which felt good. I guess I'm glad vacations don't last forever. If they did, I wouldn't have nearly as much to complain about. And where's the fun in that!?