The Diet That Lasted 4 Hours Poem

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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Achieving Calm: Stress Solutions for a Balanced Lifestyle Poem

This poem is inspired by my blog post ‘Achieving Calm: Stress Solutions for a Balanced Lifestyle’. You can find the full post here:

Lesson 127: Achieving Calm: Stress Solutions for a Balanced Lifestyle

Some days the world feels loud and tight—
too many tasks, too much to fight.
Your chest grows small, your thoughts run wild,
and suddenly you’re not an adult
but a frightened child.

Stress comes quick, a sudden spark,
flinging you into the dark.
Your pulse jumps high, your body folds—
the ancient voice you don’t control;
once crafted only to keep you safe,
now fires too fast, too loud, inside.

And when that spark refuses rest,
it pounds your ribs and steals your breath.
Your mind grows foggy, sleep grows thin—
the smallest task feels huge again.
Exhaustion builds like unseen rain,
dripping into your heart and brain.

But stress does not mean you are weak—
it means your body tries to speak.
It means you’ve carried far too much
without enough of a gentler touch.

So pause.
Slow down the running mind.
Your peace is not a thing to “find”—
it’s built in moments small and clear,
in breaths that whisper, “You are here.”

Breathe in for four, then hold it still—
exhale the weight you never chose to feel.
Let shoulders drop, unclench your hands;
let presence soften your demands.

Walk. Move. Let muscles shift the load.
Let music widen out your road.
Let sunlight warm your tightened chest—
your body knows the way to rest.

And when the thoughts are sharp and fast,
don’t fight them—let them drift and pass.
Name them softly, “This is stress.”
No shame, no judgment—just a yes.

Feed yourself with steady care—
good food, deep water, cleaner air.
Let sleep rebuild what days undo;
let quiet nights restore you.

Call someone safe, let stories spill—
you’re not a burden, you never were.
A shared breath lightens half the weight—
connection calms what fear creates.

Stress will come, as seasons do—
but you are not what you walk through.
With every breath, you learn again
to meet the storm and not give in.

And in that learning, slow and true,
you grow a steadiness in you—
a strength that doesn’t clench or fight
but rises gently into light.

So when the world feels hard to face,
step back into your quiet place.
Not to escape, but to begin—
to calm the noise that stirs within.

For balance is not made by speed,
but every slow, intentional deed.
Your life feels whole again, at last,
when you let stress go…
and let yourself come back.

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From Reactive to Reflective: Unlocking Mind Over Mood Strategies Poem

This poem is inspired by my blog post ‘From Reactive to Reflective: Unlocking Mind Over Mood Strategies‘. You can find the full post here:

Lesson 125: From Reactive to Reflective: Unlocking Mind Over Mood Strategies

A spark, a word, a fleeting tone—
and suddenly, you’re not alone
inside your mind; the thoughts all spin,
the storm begins, it pulls you in.

A mood can rise like sudden flame,
and whisper, “You’re to blame, to blame.”
But pause—step back, take just one breath,
you are the driver, not the mess.

Thoughts steer the wheel each day,
and can paint the clouds clear or gray.
What you believe, your heart will feel—
perception shapes what’s false or real.

A thought says, “I can’t,” and fear replies;
but truth asks gently, “Have you tried?”
You’re not your mood, nor passing storm,
but mind in motion—free to form.

Notice the thought that pulls you down,
don’t wear its voice, don’t take its crown.
Ask, “Is it fact, or fear in disguise?”
Reframe the story—see through new eyes.

When anger shouts, let stillness speak;
when doubt feels strong, stay soft, not weak.
Each pause, each breath, each mindful space—
rewires the mind with patient grace.

Your thoughts, your moods, your daily tone—
you shape them more than you’ll ever know.
No instant cure, no magic art—
just practice, courage, and an open heart.

And one day soon, you’ll see it clear:
the storm still comes, yet brings no fear.
You’ll breathe, you’ll trust, you’ll let it be—
for you’ve become your own calm sea.

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