that moment when your fat-free cheese is melting on your egg-white omelet,
and you take a bite…
and it tastes like garlic-infused melted rubber.
and you think:
fuck this. i’m just going to be chubby.
then your thighs jiggle as you stand up in dramatic aggravation.
and you lower yourself once again,
in a slow defeat. You sigh,
and think of summer creeping in, and shorts creeping up.
you add salsa to your melted rubber.
it’s not so bad.
the trail mix m&ms will live to see another day.
or maybe just a few more hours.
a life devoid of all fat isn’t much of a life at all.