The Price of Life

My recent encounter, an annual checkup
with blood tests and pressure, my height against weight
are all carried out to check my bits are working
and put back the time where I cross Heaven's gate.
I could tell porky pies* and thus possibly fiddle
the whole diagnosis and how it turned out
but the cholesterol count, and the flab round the middle
meant the nurse wasn't fooled and results held no doubts.
I've got to cut down on the red meats like bacon, 
and white meat like chicken has proteins and fat
I thought cheese was OK, but  no, I was mistaken
and pastries and biscuits? Forget about that.
So into the future, a healthier lifestyle
me confident now all the boxes are ticked,
you'll spot me, no ignoring the pale looking,boring
guy sat on his own with a celery stick.

(  *Porky pies- 'Lies' . Cockney rhyming slang)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Laurie Avatar
June 3, 2018 at 6:53 PM
G'day Viv … what a depressing poem Viv, although to me, meat pies, pizza, hamburgers, rice etc. all look like celery - thanks for the giggle Viv - Lindsay
Delaney Avatar
October 16, 2017 at 9:06 PM
Good one, Viv: Love your funny take on the usual Battle of the Bulge. Thanks for the giggles. SuZ
Wigley Avatar
October 17, 2017 at 11:08 PM
Yeah, middle age spread is slowly winning the battle, Suzy. Thanks for dropping by, Viv x
Murray Avatar
October 8, 2017 at 1:57 PM
Poor Viv...midlife catching up is it? My cholesterol is also high. Two angiograms declare my coronaries cholesterol free. Hee..hee.
Wigley Avatar
October 17, 2017 at 11:09 PM
Must be that Irish lifestyle and diet, Jean. Easy on the prune juice, now, eh? Viv x
Allison Avatar
October 8, 2017 at 3:48 AM
Such a humourous outlook on life, you sure made me smile Mr Viv, the local dietitian told us everything in moderation but it is so tempting to finish that box of choccies - in fact I still have chocs from easter and my birthday in January which have not been opened as once they are woosh they are gone!:-) hugs jan xx
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