Jo Hayton Poet Rhyme

The Battle...

She doesn't know when it began
She doesn't know 
From where it came

But one morcel to pass her lips
Has her reeling in agony
She can't take that guilt again

She runs to the cupboard
Throws out all temptation
Into her bin with the sticker 'Latest Beat'..

For good measure
She pours over household detergent
Just incase later she goes back and tries to eat

Exercise regime follows close by
To the latter
Every stretch every situp recorded in time

50
100
Maybe that slice of toast could be mine

'No, you must do 150
Maybe and only then
Will we begin to sway'

'But I am aching now
Please leave me alone
I didn't want to eat anyway'

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James Fraser May 2, 2009 at 2:52 PM This poem has hungry all over it, but control in the end, kool write. James

Michael Jordan April 9, 2009 at 2:31 PM Jo it appears we are currently battling the same ghost - After 30 years of meth addiction I find myself standing on unfamiliar ground being 40 or so pounds overweight which is hard because I'm personally proud of every single one of those pounds - oddly enough they say my "Spun out weight" is actually the weight i should be - I'm 6'-2" and weigh 250 they say I should weigh around 190 - It is what it is hon - God Bless, MJ

Carolyn Devonshire April 9, 2009 at 2:11 PM There is humor in this great poem, Jo, but there is also "food" for thought. Compulsive eating is usually a symptom of some underlying psychological problems. At least, that's what the book "Feeding the Hungry Heart" would have us believe. Meanwhile, I'm still trying to locate the three chocolate Easter bunnies I hid from myself last week. They're supposed to make their debut on Sunday?!? Happy Easter!