Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

The Five Stages of Food Grief


Denial
Eggs can’t be bad for me
I’m sure I read an article
that told me that they wouldn’t hurt
my ventricles and hearticles.

Anger
Drat it! Everything I like
has cholesterol and salt.
I should smack the manufacturer.
It’s all his gol dern fault.

Bargaining
I could eat a steak today
then for the next two weeks
drink water, and browse melba toast,
and  salads laced with leeks.

Depression
Oh, I give up. If it tastes good
I should probably spit it out.
I won’t live any longer but
it’ll feel that way, no doubt.

Acceptance
What is this? Guacamole?
Whole grain bread, home made jam?
Food’s better when it’s fresh
and doesn’t come out of a can.

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2 thoughts on “The Five Stages of Food Grief

  1. cynthia l on said:

    Haha, you are preaching to the choir, Sister. I am in the Bargining Stage: quinoa and sprouted grain bread, but still sels de mer de Guerande and Himaylan pink salt, stained with the tincture of ages. If nothing else, I intend to be ‘well perserved’.

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