To eat or not to eat, that is the question:
Whether 'tis easier to buy those fries
The greasy and salty columns of heaven,
Or to indulge myself with a cheap taco,
And, by purchasing, end my hunger?
To buy, to eat--
No more-- and by eating I end the growling within and the pangs of starvation,
That my body is subject to--'tis a pain to deal with! To buy, to eat.
To eat, I surely will gain--ay, that's the punishment,
For in those scrumptious bites, the fat will build.
Where fat should not gather in order to keep a nice form,
I must workout.
This is the problem that is ever so haunting.
For who would want to run the equivalent of one sugary coated Krispy Kreme?
Who would digest such glorious food, only to have the lingering thoughts of the treadmill follow?
To pant and to sweat as the calories burned increase,
But that the bright yellow arches flash in the corners of my mind,
The taste of fries and shakes
No person forgets, yet struggles to overcome.
The tempting pull of the fat bearing food.
And thus the gym beckons me,
Is calling me to burn off these handles of love,
And lose the extra pounds--so soft and squishy--
Oh, it's Happy Hour!--timed perfectly is my hunger.
Be all my weight regained.
