full of mistakes

Around the clock,

I keep planning in my head,

do I move, no I don’t even make 4000 steps inside home,

but my planning is perfect,

the cheat sheet looks imperfect,

The movement the body craves,

the fat that wants to shed,

slowly I prepare to invest,

in my mind,

the strength at first,

the courage in the end,

to uplift and make a move until

I made a return from the ward,

nothing unusual popped,

but the visit was supposed to happen, I believe,

and I returned with a shock,

when my eyes lost to track the lines on the board, The Snellen chart.

A new start with my new look,

At 45, I looked at myself bulging out from my own face,

the unhealthy swelling, an unhealthy feeling,

I turned my plates with eating the regular food I ate as a child,

I tossed and turned to dump sweets in a bulk,

-July 24, 2025

Slow and steady, with patience and knowing,

I fast my evening walk,

I charge my body’s breath,

gaining a little confidence,

I say, I have not lost any weight,

but gained a power to say for my thoughts,

no you can’t conquer,

I am walking good,

I am eating good,

and I take my breaks when in need.

Don’t rush.

And I ,

Listening to my body’s hold,

Attending to my body’s boldness.

A beauty that sparked,

to love myself first.

The first step to start.