I started a diet at eight in the morning,
By noon I was starving, exhausted, and mourning.
Four hours of discipline, pure and divine —
Then suddenly everything tasted like mine.
I promised myself I’d eat nothing but green,
Be virtuous, holy — nutritionally clean.
But one little craving, one thought of a bun,
And goodbye to the diet… it had a good run.
My lunch was a salad, composed and petite,
I felt like a goddess… until I felt weak.
At hour four I surrendered, no time to delay —
The fridge heard me coming and whispered, “Okay…”
I swore I’d be strong, I swore I’d be brave,
But then someone offered a bite I could save.
“Just taste it,” they said — the oldest of lies —
And suddenly willpower met its demise.
I counted my calories, tracked every bite,
Googled “Is breathing fattening?” late in the night.
But math isn’t kind when you’re hungry and stressed —
One cookie feels tiny… until you eat the rest.
I lasted four hours, I gave it my best —
But discipline failed when hunger expressed.
Turns out my body has needs I can’t fight —
Like carbs, and comfort, and eating at night.
I told myself, “Monday, I’ll start fresh again,”
The same vow I’ve made since I don’t know when.
Dieting’s noble, but here’s the reveal —
My hunger’s the boss… and it signs every deal.
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