Diet (A Poem)
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I know I'm supposed to eat healthier.
If I've heard it once, my doctor has told me at least twice.
It's just how am I supposed to stick to a diet
When the "bad" foods are the ones that taste so nice?
That hot food section at the convenience store up the street is
well, convenient.
And I'd probably at least try a few more garden salads
If it weren't for the green leafy stuff in them.
I know the point is to keep my heart pumping until
I'm old and gray.
But is it really worth it
When it means I need to watch what I eat on Taco Tuesday?
Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I'm not trying.
My spirit is strong, but my willpower is proving to be weak.
Perhaps what I need to do is just give into the temptation now
And try twice as hard next week.
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