When I moved back, my discipline did not.
It wasn’t that I craved the bread, desserts,
or Triscuits. I can’t say that I forgot
how sugar’s toxic, carbohydrate hurts,
and all digestive systems need a break.
It’s more like I was busy and too stressed
to spend my time selecting well. I’d take
the package then, ignoring health’s behest.

I’ve always used myself as guinea pig.
I’m rational and cautious as a rule
(except for smoking most my life – my big
enduring flaw). Attending my own school
right now, eliminating meals pre-built,
I’m eating food instead of stupid guilt.