Some days you are the pigeon and some days you are the statue.
Some days you run and run and run and don’t move an inch.
Some days you start a new diet and the cafeteria serves fudge brownie sundaes….for free.
Some days you come home early from work and find a trail of clothes leading towards your bedroom…and they are not your clothes.
Some days you appear at a social function to discover your arch enemy, that person who always stabs you in the back, is wearing the exact same garment as you – only three sizes smaller, and it fits them.
Some days you might as well not gnaw through the restraining straps to get out of bed…….