Autumn: In Memoriam (A Nightmare)
I mourn my thin body even
before it becomes fat again.
Even
as my hipbones jut out and my knees knock together, I think about the body that
could have been, although it still is.
Because,
deep down, I know where the scale is headed.
The
old too-full gut returns, stomach a small rounded ball, jutting out.
The
acid reflux jerking me out of my sleep.
The
daily walk becoming a slipshod and haphazard occurrence, the lack of energy and
puffy eyes the re-new normal.
The
daily naps on the sofa in front of the TV, the late-night prowl in front of the
refrigerator and pantry, the junk food runs.
Ennui
and heaviness.
The
groaning jeans or shorts.
Yes,
all too familiar.
How
do I break this cycle of yo-yoing?
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