8 Stages of Completely WASTING a Sunday (Most Likely Due to Hangover)

We always feel so optimistic about Sunday. Sunday is the day we will prep all our protein and plant filled lunches for the coming week. We will get out for a bracing walk and then go for brunch in our activewear. On Sunday night, it'll be early to bed after an ambitious skincare regime that we will of course now be instating as a nightly ritual. Come Monday morning we will wake refreshed and rejuvenated and ready for the week. Damn you Sunday goals you seem so achievable until the Saturday vodka/soda/lime binge hits followed by that three in the morning taco chips order that is the death knell for and planned productivity. 8 Stages of Completely WASTING a Sunday (Most Likely Due to Hangover): Stage 1: Saturday night – High hopes I'm really going to make the most of tomorrow. I'm going to do the smoothie bowl for breakfast, go to pilates and then go through all my clothes and donate anything I haven't worn in the last six months. Oh, the high hopes of the second glass of wine, when you're feeling on top of the world and ready to tackle anything even The Chair. Stage 2: Sunday morning – Reality/ intense pain hits Aghhhh, what is that searing pain/blinding light??? Oh the agony, I'm never mixing wine and limoncello again. via GIPHY Stage 3: Sunday morning – Attempt to not eat everything in sight Must. Make. Smoothie. Bowl. Must. Not. Be. Derailed. By. Hangover. Ah f*ck it. Give me all the snacks dammit. via GIPHY Stage 4: Sunday morning – Contemplate getting dressed When the attempt to take off the joggers sparks an attack of dizziness, pain and nausea, abandon the effort. Instead, go for a little lie down then layer up with every stained fleece item you own and repair to the couch. via GIPHY Stage 5: Sunday afternoon – Spend four hours agonising over what takeaway to get, while eating everything within reach When the Pizza Deal for Two including chicken dippers, wedges and drink of your choice arrives wonder what the hell you were thinking stuffing yourself with cheese on Ryvitas and lament the fact that you are now too full to gorge on pizza. via GIPHY Stage 6: Sunday Afternoon – Start and abandon three romcoms on Netflix Eventually, just give in and watch Mean Girls for the 863rd time. via GIPHY Stage 7: Sunday evening – Feign productivity by epilating your body hair while slumped on the couch Also known as the all-time low. via GIPHY Stage 8: Sunday night – Slump towards bed and collapse with last nights make up still encrusted to your face Bemoan the fact that it's Monday tomorrow and you achieved exactly NONE of your objectives. via GIPHY Main image via YouTube