The scene was almost comical
As she writhed and thrashed about
Trying to get her jeans on
Pushing in what was hanging out.
Where did those inches come from?
She asked herself in dismay,
‘I’ve been eating sensibly
And they weren’t there yesterday.’
Salads, fresh fruit, and vegetables
Call daily from the kitchen rack,
Sweet stuff and fats are banished,
Never to be welcomed back.
How did her tummy thicken?
Why don’t these damn jeans fit?
They could have shrunk in the wash she thought,
Yes! Surely that must be it.
You are what you eat was her mantra,
She wasn’t really all that fat,
But it was true that DIET stood for
The curse of Did I Eat That?
Breathing in and sucking deeply
She pulled the zip with all her might,
It pinched a bit, but she secured it,
Even though uncomfortably tight.
She rolled off the bed and standing
Felt relief being on her feet,
But then she put one step forward
And the back seams refused to meet!
The ripping noise was horrendous,
But at least she could breathe again.
She looked at the two halves and grimaced,
A smaller size wasn’t worth the pain.
Plan B was now in the offing,
As she dressed with the utmost haste,
Thank goodness for baggy trousers
With the wonderful elastic waist.
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