’Twas the 1st of November, when all through the place,
Not a chocolate remained, not even a trace.
The pillowcases were emptied of both: dark and light,
In hopes that the children would not miss a bite.

My darlings were away at school for the day,
I knew once they found out, I’d have hell to pay.
But, for now I was content, and licking my fingers,
And savoring the sweet, chewy bites made me linger.

I told myself kindly, that I’d have only this much.
But that became more, and so on, and such.
Three Musketeers, Snickers, and my fave, Milky Ways,
I was munching and crunching away in a daze.

I kept eating and eating, and I just could not stop,
I ate on and on, and then on couch I did plop.
Unable to move, and in much disbelief,
That I’d lowered myself to a cheap candy thief.

The guilt, how it ravaged my psyche so fragile,
To get out of this jam, I’d need to be agile.
And invent an excuse so plausible, so realistic,
I’d have to be witty, and very artistic.

But it was more than the kids, and imminent confession;
I had to meet head on, my thoughts of depression,
For flushing my dieting goals down the drain,
And now really feeling the guilt and the pain.

I was doing so well, as I logged every workout,
I was diligent, and loyal, as any great cub scout.
My food, yes, I acknowledged every last nibble,
My water, I drank it, every last dribble.

And I was seeing progress; the scale now was showing
Finally some weight loss, after years of just growing.
I had felt so proud, as I continued my mission,
My body and mind were so ready for transition.

So why did I do this, and thwart all my work?
I guess it’s because I just went berserk,
I got confident, and proud, cocky, and dandy,
And ended up eating, way too much candy.

But tomorrow is a new day, and I must forgive
My own indiscretions, and continue to live
And try to do better, with all passing moments,
And pray, that at work, there are no fresh doughnuts!

‘Twas the 1st of November

written by slightingscale for MFP