Fuel for My Fire
At my desk, I eat green beans from the can
to keep myself from devouring
items that jack up my BGL and A1C.
The night of the bombs, I ate
half a bag of cheap ($1.99) Kroger pretzels
with Pace Nacho cheese dip – mild
and a huge Cosmic Crisp™ apple.
Binge continued:
A friend left me some chocolate and peanut butter Rice Krispy Treats™ —
I don’t even like them. Two went down with ease.
So much for the re-gifting.
At 3 a.m., a Kellog Chocolate Peanut Butter Protein Meal Bar™
(12g of protein relieved my conscience)
and a dose of Methocarbanol™
wrapped their comforting arms around me.
Finally
I slept.
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I hear you; I’m still telling myself to take deep breaths.
Thank you! Comiseration is so important at times like these, especially in the company of fellow poets.
Coping methods in this crazy world! Love – “I don’t even like them. Two went down with ease.”
LoL My other “coping mechanism” is an increased nee for sleep. Took a 2hr nap today.
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