I rarely have a big ego. I mean, there are sometimes when I get that one guy who comes up to me out the blue and tells me that he saw me on this show or that and my head starts to swell a little bit...but never too long. I have a wife to pop my bubbles when they got too big. But, most times, before she gets a chance to dig in her purse to find her pin, I have already popped it. This stupid human thing that I happen to be a part of always seems to put me in my place. Hi, my name is Poetri and I am human.
Being human already makes me NOT perfect. I can't get a big head when I can't even control the thoughts that go on inside of it. My body runs me. And I know that this is not the way that it is supposed to be. I am suppossed to be running things. Running around the block, at least once a week. But, I run to the cabinet and grab some snack, before I run out of ideasm on how to stop doing that. I can't stop eating for the life of me. I mean, literally. I have high blood pressure and one thing is for sure...if I eat right...my blood pressure should go down. And you know what, for four weeks, maybe three, I did that. I ate healthy. But, my body rejects healthy. IT HATES HEALTHY. So, just like the last time I ate healthy for four weeks, I jumped right back on the gravy train eating green eggs and ham...with sweet potato bread and a fruit punch to swallow it alllllll down. Man, that is good.
Then I go to my room and fall asleep on a big old fat stomach and a guilty mind. Guilty pleasures are my habit. They are supossed to be once in awhile. My once in awhile comes around every day and while I am eating on that, I am thinkg about what I am gonna eat the next day...man...Lord, you have to help me some way...cause this eating may just kill me someday.
Someone else needs to pray, cause I am not sure if I am doing it right. Maybe someone that knows GOD more intimately than I, can throw a word in for I, cause "I" is about to die if I eat another fricken apple pie or maybe just one more french fry...why? Why can't I stop eating? Don't I care about living? Don't I care about Journey and Genesis? Don't I care about my wife? Shoot, don't I care about myself? Don't I, yet, have things to do here on this earth, yet my drug is easier to get than most drugs...so my high is acheived more often. I have to eat to survive, but I am eating more than my share. I don't quite get it. All I can do is write and pray about it. GOD will hear my cry one day. ANd HE will deem me ready to stop this...right after I figure out how to stop the other problems that I have...yes, being hungry all the time is just one of my 99 problems. One day, I will be free...one day...I won't eat...
But as for me and myhouse...we will serve the LORD.
Keep it Natural.
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