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Mar 2016
from 322
to 258
simply by trimming the processed
and basically eliminating empty carbs
no new exercise
just the same amount of walking
as always
but to a 36/34
from November 1st –
the constant and elaborate
mind *******
is the new norm
from tearing myself down over the trash
to tearing myself down over a bite
punishment of self
a poets lot –
yet I do feel better
and look slim in reflection
a 6’5” frame
will distribute a load of fat
well
the trek continues
as I stumble and
eat three days of apples and salad
or tell myself too
and eat a fun size Baby Ruth –
with ****** it took a few years
to think free
cigarettes were faster
………
Closing my eyes tight
I think to myself with all seriousness
“I hope this is easier still.” –
Sam Temple
Written by
Sam Temple  Oregon
(Oregon)   
365
     ryn, Lucinda Hikari and SPT
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