She was standing in front of her full-length mirror.
She’d been trying clothes on for nearly an hour. She took out another pair of slacks. Pulling them on, she knew there was no way of zipping them up to the waist. She struggled out of them and threw them onto the bed, with the others. It was the same with the blouses she had tried. Nothing from last year fitted her. Even the lovely suede jacket she’d bought in Spain was too tight. She looked at the pathetic pile of unwearable clothes she’d tossed across the room. Something would have to be done. It was time to get tough with herself. All those delicious high calorie comfort foods would have to go.
She had read about the latest diet that was supposed to be a game-changer. She would start tomorrow. This time she would make it work. Self-discipline, that was it; that was the answer. No more half measures. She turned to face the mirror. She looked at her reflection and told herself that she was about to turn over a new leaf. As she stood looking at herself, face to face, she saw one eyebrow lift.
It was strange that she couldn’t feel it.
Spooky!