I’m involved…

My pantry is off-limits to onlookers

What I store is what I turn to when I get bored

Fuel is a foreign word to me

Food is meant to be enjoyed

Food has been linked to so many memories for me

Funeral repast, Wedding reception, Birthday dinner, and so forth

How do I move forward out of this slump

No need to blame it on the past generations

When you’re enslaved you make of it what you can

Am I still in that mentality

Choosing scraps to nourish my soul and well-being

Have I been ingratiated into soul food answering my woes

When I wind down food is the main plan

Even when I’m dead broke there is something I can chew on

Grasping for leftovers wherever I go

Stocking up ammunition for the upcoming foes

As I sense my mood change I pray

As soon as I open my eyes food is the focus

Food is immediate to soothe the psyche

I’m no longer single food is my “Zaddy”

Trying to climb out of the abyss

No one around me sees anything wrong with this

Crying out for help

What can I do about this

Weight loss coaching, emotional counseling, and perhaps more specialists

I had no idea all these problems existed

Living in my comfort zone so much of my life has been wasted

Big bones never existed