Morning becomes Medusa

There are moments lately when I feel very calm and happy and satisfied with my life. Content. And then there are mornings like this when I wake up the morning after a long, brain-numbing day at work, and realize I have to face another, and to top it off, I've overslept and don't have time for the gym and I feel fat and lethargic and just want to curl up in a ball and go back to sleep.