I had a grilled 
chicken sandwich 
and a fruit cup
washed down with
a diet Coke, and
I still think
I might’ve had too much.

Calories jump higher and higher
as the day goes on.  They want me
to food journal, write down everything
that goes in my body.  I don’t wanna.
Blissfully ignorant is something I want back.
No one counts calories when you’re 5.
I’m sick of my body hoarding the 
precious pounds it’s collected,
only letting them go during bouts
with stomach bugs.  I want to be

healthy without effort.
I want a body that
works right, that doesn’t 
need to be strong or svelte
enough for me, that doesn’t 
have to turn down food
like I turn down overtime,
that makes me feel comfortable 
about being in a world
where there’s so much
I want to eat.