Not Missing Anything on Day 3 of 210 No Sweets
“THE NIGHT BEFORE BINGE” …why I think it helped.
I am writing this explanation by poem. It is mostly true…
THE NIGHT BEFORE TREATING
There were three bags of candy
For the night of trick-o-treat
Sat out in a bowl for this night
With a goal in mind, these sweets I’ll beat!
‘Twas a drooling candy feast,
two bags for them
And one for me
Now, let me warn you! This idea’s dangerous.
Though enjoy it, perhaps, somewhat, I did
But sometime between the knocks on the door,
And shouts of trick or treat,
Death gripped tightly ‘bout my throat
That sugar ghost had me
Scared me like a horror show
Caught by my own candy
And, he said through poison teeth
“You can’t possibly give up sweets”
Then he hissed this awful melody,
I jotted it down for you to read.
“Go on, imbibe, ‘cause if not, you’ll just die,
can you pass that slice of pumpkin pie?
Ruinous pleasure, your final demise
Your eyes glazing over, no matter, quick, eat!
None else can compete. It’s a bargain, it’s cheap.
Come sit in my lap, ahhh now isn’t that sweet”
and giggling drastically, departed the scene
Oh that phantom he lies! Speak any truth? He did not
About little miss addict me
So I unwrapped, unveiled its plot
To shut up my mind, make his words stop.
Quickly cramming candy corn
cuppled with cups of coffee
He got to me, was almost defeat
‘Til I thought, “Hey, I brought this confectioned melody.”
Though battle scarred and walking wounded
I remembered my well crafted plan,
My upper handed feast of treats
-Even though I might’ve OD’d-
Now if that sweet comes a knockin’
Even chocolate cake for goodness sake!
Can’t open that door not even a peek. It’ll barge in,
Will rage its demands: the heart, the head, the hand.