This is something I have struggled with and continue to struggle with, but am slowly coming to terms with. The poem reflects my attempt to add some humor to my situation.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I walk into the sweet shop<\/p>\n
And see all my old friends<\/p>\n
Cakes, chips, instant ramen pots<\/p>\n
On aisles at every end<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Pick me! Pick me! Pick me! Pick me!<\/p>\n
They all seem to scream<\/p>\n
What am I doing? Why am I here?<\/p>\n
I’d promised myself I would eat clean<\/p>\n
I’d promised myself I would eat clean<\/p>\n
The day before, and two days prior<\/p>\n
How else will I ever get lean?<\/p>\n
Yet my goals sink in the mire<\/p>\n
Of voices, nasty\u00a0voices, voices of my friends<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I’m sweet and crunchy, says the cookie to me<\/p>\n
We’re not even fried say the kettle chips<\/p>\n
I’m three scoops a dollar today, says the tub of ice cream<\/p>\n
How are you still thinking about this?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
How am I still thinking about this?<\/p>\n
Why am I still thinking about this?<\/p>\n
Am I even thinking about this?<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
I am thinking about…..<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
That paper that needs to be fleshed out<\/p>\n
The midterm results that will soon be out<\/p>\n
My laundry’s not done, summer’s coming up<\/p>\n
And I still do not have a summer job….<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
An hour later, with an aching stomach<\/p>\n
Heaving, I scale eight flights of steps<\/p>\n
Disappointed, angry, cursing my luck<\/p>\n
Why can’t I control myself?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I make goals, break goals<\/p>\n
So many goals, so many rules<\/p>\n
And I tire myself, my mind, my soul<\/p>\n
Till I feel in control.<\/p>\n
In “control”.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Is any life crisis, let alone mine worth this angst?<\/p>\n
I don’t know, and am too tired to care<\/p>\n
Any dinner for you? I say no thanks<\/p>\n
Food now seems like a nightmare<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
When will I stop? How do I stop?<\/p>\n
When will this obsessive cycle end?<\/p>\n
But the next day, I am back at the same shop<\/p>\n
Hearing the voices of old friends<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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