Dieting has been a way of life
But just one slice of cake with the handy knife
Carrots rather than a snack
But chocolates in a colourful pack
Are so much more appealing
The smell of dinners gets me drooling
But salad it is
And juice rather than fizz
I’m told I should diet
But do calories count if I’m quiet?
They must
As the tape around my waist and bust
The numbers are going up
I’m told they need to come down
So I wear a frown
As I munch my way through everything green
Saying no to cream
Gosh this is so dull
I want to feel full
Not another lettuce leaf?
Oh more grief
As I stand on the scales
Listening in disbelief
You could hear me wail
I come over all pale
As I hover
Wondering if I should bother?
It will only be bad news
And for what?
Other people’s views?
Slicing my way through meal preparation
Wondering in desperation
What can I eat that will fill me with delight
Not something light
But stodgy
Though then I will be podgy
I’m told I need to be lean
Counting that last baked bean
Removing from my shopping trolley butter
I hear my stomach mutter
“Put back that cake
You’ve made a mistake”
My groceries are fake
Look what’s on my plate?
Is this my fate?
To be obsessed with food?
They say I will feel so good
Right now I feel like banging
my head on wood
Keep going
From spring rain falls summer autumn now it’s snowing
And I still gain
This dieting is such a pain
© Fiona Cummings
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