Daily drive-thru, snacks of Cheetos, chocolate, and any ice cream, churn out a pint of heartburn to go with sides of fried tongue, throat, and inner linings, extra spicy, with cheese, and for dessert delicious ticking time pastries: accumulated fatty deposit wrapped organs desert-baked. Skin summer hot in winter, night sweat boiled in chest pools, holes spot-weld in plantar fasciitis, pointing fingers dried, knees and hips hissing snap, crackle, or stop, all by globular warming. Ideal wait? Lifestyle changes tomorrow, after finishing a bag without body shaming.
#NaPoWriMo 2017 Day 15
It’s really appalling what I ate today and how much of it I ate.
And yet I don’t want to descend into depression, body shaming, or generalizations about overweight or obese people. A clinical appraisal of my own health and habits, yes. A set of steps I should take tomorrow, when my quotidian cycles begin again and while my hebdomadal cycles reach their brief Sunday end. Longer-term goals that lead eventually to overall good health. But not a focus on physical appearance, a focus so frequently distorted and imagined by bully eyes. The road to health is bound on one side by nutrition and exercise and on the other by love for self.
I preceded this poem with a bulleted list of categorized goals I would like to reach for purposes of self-actualization. This poem covers just part of the “Daily Healthy Habits and Disease Prevention” category, thus leading to the title of the poem. It’s a suggestion that there might be future installments that tackle the other categories and goals I listed for myself.
Or I die tonight of a sugar-and-salt induced heart attack.