those summer months added to woes-
quenching that thirst, eating until sate,
nothing much to do in hunger’s throes.
enhanced girth cannot be taken as fate;
image faithfully mirrored brings lows-
sense of unworthiness has added to hate.
much loved printed, psychedelic pajamas
do not fit any more. determined I yank
those up with a huff, looking like a llama.
jolted out by that representation akin a tank-
pictures in my mind move in slowly; drama
enacted of other unknown horrors. frank
self-appraisal does yield results. vigorously
i start exercise regime. one hour jogging,
half hour yoga, dietary habits rigorously
changed. with good metabolism, dogging
is not too bad. better that than self-flogging!
This is somewhat true-to-account terza rima apart from the pajamas bit...:D