Therapy Bits

I’d eat a salad, crisp and light,
But pizza called me late last night.
I meant to steam some broccoli green,
But cookies whispered, “Don’t be mean.”

The treadmill waits, it hums, it stares,
But Netflix traps me in its snares.
I tell myself, “Just one more show,”
Then suddenly the hours go.

My fridge is stocked with noble plans,
But chips leap straight into my hands.
I’ll start tomorrow—such a breeze,
(Except tomorrow has brownies, please).

Birthdays, weekends, rainy days,
Stress and boredom, work delays.
Too much traffic, no good mood,
And let’s not mention comfort food.

So here I stand, with fork in sight,
A million reasons every night.
Yet in the mirror, plain and true—
The biggest reason should be you.

Monday Poetry Prompt: Excuse | Living Poetry