I Am An Emotional Eater
I eat sugar and salt, donuts, coffee cake and jalapeno peppers too.
Because these are things a meddling doctor told me not to do.
They are my forbidden foods, so I grab them up in droves.
If I had hot homemade bread, I would devour up those loaves.
I have gained a bunch of weight. Weight I had lost long ago.
I have a gold medallion from a diet club, which gives me now a woe.
Have gained sixty-four pounds I lost, adding to them twelve more.
Hey! Husband of mine, are you heading out to the Happy Foods Grocery Store?
I am an emotional eater.
When my feelings are hurt, I reach for the chips.
Most of the weight is in my stomach, but also my butt and my hips.
Once upon a time I stopped overeating, but I am older now and say.
I have to do something fun to get through the rest of this horrible day.
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