I used to drool in my mind, about the right time when I could try foods I know, in time will make me cry.
I had no reasons why! But I knew I wanted a lil nibble.
I told myself that a lil nibble makes no difference. My weight won’t change, it will stay the same; it will never change it will be OK!
Everything’s okay that’s what I used to say.
Sometimes I prayed at the time I prayed, a little nibble would instantly fade. In my mind I’d say, this is perfectly okay.
Atheist anyway, no belief in those prayers I made anyway.
I used to nibble like a squirrel, in the middle of a field. My mouth filled with grease and my eyes moistened with greed. I might have lied a lil, that nibble was a bite a considerable bite and a tickle. On my tongue, danced the heat the spice of this error.
I swallowed and ate more, to my utter delight and terror. A lil was really a lot, but that didn’t matter. A pound or ten up, I accept those nibbles made me fatter.