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Daphne’s Diet – Day 1
She’d signed at ‘Slimming Zone’ and paid her dues,
determined she would stick to it and lose
the weight that so miraculously formed
around her waist, her thighs and upper-arms.
She didn’t eat a lot and moved about
so couldn’t understand the fat throughout
her visceral muscles – so the doctor said.
‘You’ll have to get it off or you’ll be dead’.
The choice was clear. She had to motivate
herself to reach a healthy weight. A state
she had aspired to since nineteen eighty two;
before the kids, of course, and Chicken Vindaloo.
‘I’ll just use up the last of this’. She hated waste,
and couldn’t bin the Galaxy or resist the taste.
Read more about Daphne’s Diet in
newly published ‘Tickled Pink’
Moving Poems 
Oh dieting just have to problems… how to start and how to end… and between there we all exist… and chicken vindaloo is an addiction.
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Sigh, dieting does come with a problem or two.
Powerfully written.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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That is an unique subject for poetry and interestingly fun write 🙂
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Everything’s game in poetry, Paul! 🙂
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Oh, yes, just one more curry!
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Yummy…just love the spicy expectation of a hot takeaway 🙂
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It takes a lot of discipline to stick to the diet ~ Still it would be good to consult with the doctor before starting on a diet ~ 🙂
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Thanks, Grace, but there would be no argument with MY doc 🙂
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Ah, have been struggling with this all my life. Some seem to get by with not putting the weight on and others do. This is fun but also has that note of desperation.Need to read about your diet now!
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Thank you. Daphne’s struggle is not exactly my own – but not too far away either 🙂
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And just for you – here’s day 2!
Daphne’s Diet – Day 2
Ok, the fridge is free of naughty stuff.
The weight is coming off – she’s had enough.
She’s stocked with salad leaves, tomatoes,
a variety of peppers, avocado
(for the nutrient intensity), and chicory
(for minerals and fibre). Nothing savoury
to sabotage the dietary plan.
A cabbage stew is brewing in the pan.
The carrot sticks are ready in a pot –
along with celery. She’s got a lot
of fruit and varied vitamins from Boots.
Tonight she’s stirring something hot with bamboo shoots.
The determination’s strong – that’s for sure.
It’s a shame about the peanuts in the drawer.
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This is so priceless. I spent most of my life fighting the bulge then 15 years ago had a kidney transplant…and now I’m too skinny (thanks to what the meds do to me) and can’t gain. Such irony.
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Neatly doen and with humour too.. Well crafted piece that brought a smile…
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Thank you, Victoria. And well done with your transplant. Just be healthy x
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LOL…who can resist chicken vindaloo! Here’s to staying healthy and happy.
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The constant struggle with food, don’t I know it.
Great and entertaining poem Shirley enjoyed it..
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diet=tied to something
sewn bearing guilt or someone else’s moral weight
i cling to the tendril scents
yes, i want, all the time
what is it that satisfies my soul
i’m not sure either but i still write everyday
like i suppose you do as well…
great subtle evocation in your piece…
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Thank you, Edward.
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the stomach knows what it wants, real work goes in resisting temptation
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I love the “lightness” (pun/no pun intended) here, Shirley! The rhymes are playful and work well with the subject. I do enjoy this poem! (And I got the name right!)
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Thank you, Walt 🙂
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that’s it! I have a left-over meatball sub in the frig and I’m going for it… 🙂 🙂
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Haha, thank you, ZQ 🙂
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Waste not …lose weight not … lol.
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Thank you, Bryan.
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Fun fun read! Having always been slim, one day….when I turned 67, I looked down and was surprised to see that I’d sprouted a belly! Have no idea how to diet……love to walk and exercise….but that belly sits there still! I’m reminded of a few lines by Ann Lamott:
Look up.
Not down at your shoes.
Not down at your belly — yes, it’s sticking out.
Look up.
Love these words………:) Yours was a fun read this AM!
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🙂 thank you, Lillian.
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Ha! i dance walk
166 miles a month..
leg press close
to half a ton
25 times..
and i am still
diagnosed as
morbidly obese..
at 230 LBS.. (yes..
i’m probably shaR
ing too much2.. heHe..;)
My father and mother
both live(ed) past
80.. never
an exercise
and mostly
always
considered
obese as well..
Life is fun when
enjoyed.. i’ll never
fully trust a practice
of medicine again.. now
as happy comes within..
pounds or
not.. with SMiLes..
LesSon finAlly
lEarned from
mother alWays
happy and
father
with
zero fear
for living great!..
Truly the practice of
medicine is an average effect
of the population as whole.. there
are outliers
who
defy
all
average doctor
ODDs.. WiNks..:)
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