My plate is so full, but I always believe that I can handle it. 

Why do I do this to myself? Put too much on my plate, thinking

I can finish it but I can’t.

“One bite at a time,” I tell myself, but as I approach

The end I begin to lose hope. I finish my dinner so I can hurry to dessert.

I moved on to dessert before I even finished my dinner. 

All these delicious foods that I put on my plate and as I 

Relax in my chair and begin to eat, I realize it’s too much. 

I start with the chicken, then the mashed potatoes, on to the green beans. 

“One bite at a time,” I tell myself. But I can’t stop thinking about 

All the desserts I put on my plate as well. 

The cravings got the best of me and I don’t know if I can handle it. 

I become weak in my chair, contemplating pushing the plate away.

I can’t let the plate win. I vigorously shove the food down with many thoughts running 

Through my mind.

I fill my plate and never without considering the capacity in my stomach. Like the hours in the days there’s only so much space. Next time, there needs to be an empty space just like in my life, I need some time just for me.

I just sit there, thinking about what I should do as time goes and so does my appetite. 

Balance and moderation, two simple words that have a huge impact on my life 

And I don’t even know it yet. Just one bite at a time.