It's Wednesday, and my Monday diet plan has already crashed and burned.
It's a weird day, Wednesday. It's too far away from next Monday when I can go on a diet again. It's not close enough to the weekend for me to say oh well, it's the weekend and I can't start on the weekend.
It's just plain Wednesday mid-week. I have nothing to do but face the fact that I want to lose these 30 lbs, but I can't seem to do it.
This Wednesday morning I pushed my skinny clothes farther off to the side in my closet, more unreachable than ever.
I want to stick to this Wednesday feeling, face it, not rationalize or fool myself.
I look in the mirror. Here you are, I say, overweight still, unhappy with it, disappointed and desperate. So really, what are you going to do about it?