For years there was not an appreciable difference in mood between my weeks and my weekends. Other than my daily destinations -- office versus leisure centers -- I lived a very similar lifestyle no matter what day came up on the calendar. People who looked forward with rabid longing to the weekend, I regarded with bemusement.
Then I started the No-S Diet. Now I'm one of those woo-hoo weekend!!!1!! people I never understood before.
On the weekends I drink the diet soda that I love (and deny myself the rest of the week). On weekends I have dessert. It's not that I'm miserable during the week, when I drink unsweetened tea and refuse sweets. I don't feel an appreciable sense of deprivation or sacrifice. But oh, how I look forward to that first sip of Diet Coke and that first bite of chocolate.
The weekend now represents the opportunity to indulge myself. And I think that the difference between weekdays and weekends provides a pleasing contrast. Life should include tension and release, work and play, ordinary and special, workaday and indulgence. I find the movement between the two, mapped onto time in the distinction between weekday and weekend, exhilarating in a small, regular way. Those sips, those tastes, now are more precious and consequently more savored. The same is true of the time in which they are permissible.