Where I Stand
Where I stand sounds like
My scale.
It shouts and laughs at my inadequacies.
It is my dreams blowing away,
Moaning, agonizing and shaming me.
There are deep sighs of disgust that belittle me.
Where I stand taste like
My scale.
A palate full of luxurious chocolate and frosting.
The savoring of warm mash potatoes and gravy.
The sweetness of warm bread pudding,
And taste buds full of scrumptious tastes yet to relish.
Where I stand looks like
My scale.
A person with leftovers gone upon her dresser.
The secret binge of candy with wrappers hidden in her drawer.
Clothes strewn on the floor that are to small.
A person with a stomach from to much food consumed.
Where I stand feels like
My scale.
The grief of someone who has gained weight.
An individual consumed with so much guilt.
A person who is disheartened with many tries.
A human body encumbered with excess weight.
Where I stand I am no longer
My Scale.
Someone who hears the cheers of weight leaving her body.
A person who can taste the rich flavor of harmony in her life.
An individual feeling the sensation of victory over weight.
A woman who has found balance in her future.
Christine Palmer
July 1, 2007


Comments: 28
Thanks so much for sharing that!
I love your writing.
Some of us it takes a lifetime!
I think you are ahead here!
It is a lifetime change that is for sure. If it isn't you will go right back to your old habits once again,,,,yikes!