It has been a long day

of school, work, and everything in between.

Just a light snack is all I need before bed,

but that’s not all I have.

I feel like an out-of-control vacuum

consuming a satisfying salty snack.

Now maybe a sweet treat.

Oh look! Mom bought my favorite chips!

I go to bed disgusted with my lack of control.

The following days,

I feel pride in the fact that I have held back,

eating just enough to get through my day.

Barely.

I need to reconcile my sins.

The feeling of an empty stomach

is my penance.

Days go by and I start to feel

weaker,

slower,

unenthusiastic.

I know that I’m not fueling myself enough.

I know that I will never succeed with no gas in my tank.

So, I make a stop at the gas station.

Just one snack will not hurt,

and the cycle repeats.