My co-worker ate too much and claimed she didn’t. She chewed with her mouth open and always smacked so loudly the slurping could be heard clear across the office. A human combine whalloping the food around in her mouth so that I had the urge to just smack her. Or hold up a mirror so she could see the effects for herself.
Lumbering around in her negative wallow, she couldn’t grasp that eating less and moving more would prove less bulky.
At her desk she sat with a drawer full of empty sweets. My thyroid, my thyroid, she cried between bites.
She never even noticed that I could not eat around her. Not one bite.
All those days I went hungry.
Now that is what she should really get a smack for.
(c) JAM 14Jan2012