The Dieters Lament

Wouldn’t it be wonderful, just for a day, If I didn’t have to count all the calories as I stuffed them away. Why? Can’t I eat just one Kit-Kat? Why do I have to eat two? If I carry on like this, I don’t know what I’ll do. I’m sure the more I think of food, the hungrier I get. Now it’s time for 3 more miles on my bike, when the timer is set. Now I’m hungrier than ever, all over again. This diet is turning into an absolute pain. Now I’ll go for a walk to burn off a few more. But what happens the moment I walk back in the door. I put the kettle on, for a cup of tea. Out come the Kit-Kats, one, two, three. I’m really going to have to go give up this diet. I think to myself, during 10 minutes peace and quiet. I’ll forget about the diet, before it takes over my life. Because all it is doing is causing me a lot of strife. I know it’s doing my health, no good dragging around all this weight. But my brain forgets that, when tucking into a piece of chocolate cake. I struggle and struggle with this diet all day. But chocolate bars and cake, just get in the way, I go to the shops, they stare at me from the shelf. I wasn’t born to be thin, I console myself, ‘Guess what with’