"Would you, could you, have a treat?
Can you snack on something sweet?"
I could eat, I would eat
That little treat
But should I, would I
Eat that sweet?
I could eat them at every meal.
I could eat them with such zeal.
I could eat them day or night.
I could eat them out of spite.
I could eat them on the go.
I could eat them all - YOLO.
But I would not, should not
Eat all those treats;
All those sweets
Those tasty treats.
I know I can, I can eat that treat.
But should I invite that glycemic leap?
But I want it! It's yummy!
It would fit so well inside my tummy!
(But you don't need it, you dummy...)
Those treats are right there for the taking
Despite the insulin my pancreas isn't making.
Just a few buttons pressed; it's not painstaking
But the true cost - to that, I'm waking.
The "just one"s add up.
The "I could"s are expensive.
The "once in a while"s seem to travel in packs.
The urges are sudden; sneak attacks.
I can, I have, I won't, I could
Another story, that dastardly "should".
Learn and try and learn once more.
I will, I can, I have before.
After assessing the accumulation of this past weekend's consumption - cake at a graduation party, desserts at a family reunion, s'mores at a baby shower (yes, you read that right), ice cream on Monday... I've got some work to do.