Feed the Mood
I am in bad mood, where’s the coconut cake?
How about a small chocolate chip cookie chaser?
A swig of white zin might help.
Still feeling blue I open the refrigerator.
My husband who does not know me after sixty years ask
“What are you looking for?”
If I knew that, I’d have eaten it by now.
I do not even know what we have, I have not bought groceries for years.
I hate that kind of store unless I am on a big diet. Then for three weeks I
Religiously get only the things I will eat. But this is only a couple of times
A year.
Diets are not good for some people and I am one of them.
I close the frig and reach for a small bag of potato chips on the table.
Take a step.
Rethink, spin, and grab another bag.
There is not enough salt and sugar in the world
For this problem, but it is a start.
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