I cannot count all of the "I'll start on Mondays" that have left my lips as grease-dripping fries have entered. I cannot count the frustrated failures of unsnapped buttons, bulging blouses and avoided mirrors. Again and again I find my self at the same place: unchanged with another fail chalked up on the fridge. Then why oh why do I keep bringing myself back to start on Monday??

I know I am meant for more. I know that I am better than this battle. I know that I have a body that was designed by the Creator. He took the time to number the hairs on my head. He mapped out the steps for my feet to walk. He knows me far better than I will ever know myself.

So, I will start again on Monday knowing that this week was better than the last and progress will continue. I won't be making the cover of People magazine for losing gobs of weight in just three months. But I will be a better me, a stronger me. And that keeps me looking forward to Mondays.