"I'm starting a new diet tomorrow."
Perhaps, when we were first married, this proclamation from my husband would have elicited more excitement. Or at least a glance up from the book I was reading.
But not this time.
I hear those six words just about every Sunday night, after Joel has eaten one too many of the delicious cookies or brownies or whatever he made for our traditional Sunday treat. He always vows to eat perfectly "starting tomorrow" and he usually only makes it until Monday night when he insists upon making yet another yummy treat for Family Home Evening.
Sometimes he even makes it until Tuesday.
And once, he made it for months and lost 40 pounds.
You never really know what might happen with a diet and one's willpower, but I do know this:
Every Monday without fail my husband will start a diet.
Some might say it isn't good enough, but I think even one day of eating well has to be better than none.