Junk food was my middle name.
I took comfort in the taste.
I'd exercise until collapse,
To tame the inches, added to my waist.
I drank to put my mind at ease.
I didn't have to think,
I didn't have to understand,
I'd just get lost in my drink.
I was becoming an alcoholic
I knew, but didn't stop.
Until that test came back positive.
And I quit everything, on the spot.
Fruits and veggies, at every meal,
Naps, through out the day
I don't worry about my extra chunk
It wouldn't do me any good anyway.