Diet
I count the numbers on the foods I buy,
trying so hard to stick to my diet.
Forget the chocolate, that I love so,
if I ate just one, I couldn't have anything more.
Carrots are fine, I can eat them all day,
This roll I have, must go away.
Vacation was a nightmare, when I dressed for the beach,
nothing I put on, looked good on me.
So here I am, counting them again,
while deciding on the cookies, I hold in my hands.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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