‘Twas the day after Thanksgiving, when all through my body, not a nutrient or vitamin sat,
not even a natural sugar or nutritious healthy fat.
The sweats were pulled from the drawer with haste,
with prayers that my newly ill-fitting buttoned pants represented a temporary mistake.
The pies were foiled and put in the fridge,
plotting their sugary attack with their perfectly formed pastry ridge.
And hubby in his recliner, and I on my chaise lounge,
began to mentally wrestle with the amount of food consumed for which none we had to scrounge.
When from my body there arose an uncomfortable feeling,
I bolted down the hallway with a sensation that left me reeling.
Away to the bathroom I ran without care,
turned on the hot shower and of my poor Thanksgiving choices I became more aware.
The face in the mirror, surrounded by steam,
made it clear that my indulgent food choices and lack of water weren’t a great team,
When what to my surprise should come into a view,
but a dancing line of nutrients and vitamins that represented a vivid daydream, this much I knew.