I used to eat oatmeal.
I heard it was nutritious,
Good for the heart.
It tasted too bland.
I tried spicing it up,
Adding some sugar.
But oatmeal was boring.
I was too conservative,
Stuck in a routine.
I went out for breakfast.
I wanted something new,
To treat myself.
Today I ate cinnamon roll French toast.
It was hot, indulgent, rich,
More like a dessert.
But pastries for breakfast?
I can’t have that every day,
Just in moderation.
Well, why can’t I?
Couldn’t I find something to look forward to every morning?
Couldn’t I actually enjoy eating breakfast?
Is it responsible to indulge?
Is it exciting to be healthy?
Does it have to be one or the other?
I consulted my heart.
I couldn’t hear her advice,
My stomach was grumbling.
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 12:00 AM UTC
I used to eat oatmeal.
I heard it was nutritious,
Good for the heart.
It tasted too bland.
I tried spicing it up,
Adding some sugar.
But oatmeal was boring.
I was too conservative,
Stuck in a routine.
I went out for breakfast.
I wanted something new,
To treat myself.
Today I ate cinnamon roll French toast.
It was hot, indulgent, rich,
More like a dessert.
But pastries for breakfast?
I can’t have that every day,
Just in moderation.
Well, why can’t I?
Couldn’t I find something to look forward to every morning?
Couldn’t I actually enjoy eating breakfast?
Is it responsible to indulge?
Is it exciting to be healthy?
Does it have to be one or the other?
I consulted my heart.
I couldn’t hear her advice,
My stomach was grumbling.
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