Ode to 6 months of Doom

For six months you forgot
exactly what you thought
you were doing with you
your goals held so true
Were left aside,
and meanwhile, your hide
got bigger and bigger
so much so that it triggered
a resurgence of care
plucked seemingly out of thin air,
for eating steamed veggies, fruit,
and things more like protein shakes instead
of bread, pasta, cheese, fat and bread,
and bring home a sense that I ought
to forestall this temporary feeling of pants too tight,
and spread joy and not the doom.