Sunday, January 4, 2009

This poem says it all!

Succinct. True. Perfect.
From the "Prolifically Raw" blog (a writer's blog):

Breakfast Poem

I am so sick of starving myself
Counting points, I only get 23in that Weight Watchers book from the weekly meeting I don’t go to anymore
The Buddha said if you are hungry—eat
If you are tired—sleep
I am sick and tired of worrying about my weight.
I’m hungry for olive oil, butter and bread.
I am going to eat.

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