The 'loss' poem

Back Then and Now

Back then,
we had a love thing going on.
They would wink at me,
and, though I tried,
I could not look away.
The way they looked
Got me dreaming and wanting them all.
But things started to change.
My cheeks were
as puffy as those luscious marshmallows,
And tummy
as jiggly as sugary jello.
My fingers turned
chubby and puffy like Granny’s buttered bread sticks,
And derriere
As round as Wonka jawbreakers.
It became hard to go on pretending
That my skirts were shrinking
And shirts were dwindling.
I felt ashamed of losing control
And just letting go.
I could no longer ignore
The tipping scale
and the rising weight.
Still, I realized it was not too late.
On a Monday,
I put all the
Goodies away.
The running shoes came on,
The sweat drizzled,
And the belly grumbled…
No more chips,
No more chocolates, and
No more chickening out.
So long to the
Frequent midnight kitchen visits, and
The endless urges for fries and chips.
Months later, the
Pounds came off.
Soon after,
The fat was gone,
The foe crushed,
And the fight was won!