A weight watcher's dilemma

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A DIETER'S PSALM

Strict is my diet.

I must not want.

It maketh me to lie down at night hungry.

It leadeth me past the confectioners.

It trieth my willpower.

It leadeth me in the paths of alteration

for my figure's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the aisles of the pastry department,

I will buy no sweet rolls,

for they are fattening.

The cakes and the pies,

they tempt me.

Before me is a table

set with green beans

and lettuce.

I filleth my stomach with liquids,

My day's quota runneth over.

Surely, calorie and weight charts

will follow me all the days of my life,

and I will dwell in the

fear of scales forever.

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