My stomach hurts, I ate too much, I’m such a greedy pig

My jeans are digging in because my tummy’s got too big

I feel all fat and bloated, the food was just too nice

I wish I had more self control, a stop-eating-now device

 

You’d think I would’ve learnt by now to stop when I’m replete

But the penny never seems to drop, I always over-eat

I’m going to blame my parents and the dinner ladies at school

“Always eat what’s on your plate”, that used to be the rule

 

“Waste not, want not” we were told, I’m afraid it’s been ingrained

It’s time to change my habits though, I need to be retrained

My granddaughter is being taught to listen to her tummy

To recognise when she is full and know when she is hungry

 

They call it “Mindful Eating”, I’m going to have a go

You have to focus on your food and eat it nice and slow

I know it won’t be easy, I tend to woof my food

It crash lands in my stomach before it’s hardly even chewed

 

So I’ll engage all of my senses, be all Buddha-like and Zen

Be present at the table, slow down and count to ten

I’ll eat with more decorum, it might be tough at first

But I never want to feel like this, I think I’m going to burst