My Little Weight Problem


There's pestilence and famine,
personal bankruptcy, national debt
malaria, global warming, cancer.
Then there's this little weight problem.
I feel small, knowing I spend
more time thinking about
diet, the contours of my body, than on
my marriage, my ailing cat, the PTA.

The attention I pay to food trying
not to pay attention to food.
Meetings, scales, scheming. 
I'm boring.  There's a war on.
Battle! Cry! The endless minutia!
Heavy and shallow, if I can only solve

my little weight problem,

what might I be able to do next?