It was the goal for years and years.
If I weighed a hundred forty
I’d be cured, healthy, normal…
fit in. But it didn’t work, long time.
Oh, I’d catch a strong breeze at times,
sail on it like a catamaran. But winds calm,
weight-loss stalls, and the doldrums appear
and like a yacht becalmed I’d drift back,
toward the cliffs of binges, of sugar highs,
of who-cares-I-deserve-it days.
But boats sail where you want to go
when you set your course, use your tools,
patiently take the next right step,
get rid of the interruptions,
and sail the course. And get there,
maybe not fast, but you’ve come as you should
and chances are you learned enough along the way
to stay there, to be there, to hold on to
the healthy body weight.