Me and Rosa went for our early morning walk.  It is hard to believe these cool mornings turn into 100 degree days.  "Why are you so quiet?" Rosa asked me as we walked. "Bah, it's my diet," I replied. "I either eat too much, or don't eat enough.  It's frustrating and depressing." And it has been weighing on my mind lately.  My medications cause a ravenous hunger.  An empty feeling in the pit of my stomach that can't be satiated.   I have been eating myself out of house and home.  Just thinking about my diet caused thoughts of breakfast to come to mind.  Images of sharp cheddar cheese eggs accompanied with Clark Brother's sausage and homemade buttery biscuits danced within my mind.    "Have you thought of going to Weight Watchers with your mother?" Rosa asked. "It seems like too much trouble," I replied. "Dieting should be simple.  You eat less and exercise more to lose weight." My car was parked at the Post Office.  I took Rosa home and gorged upon breakfast completely negating any effects of our mile morning walk.  I felt so guilty, but I was so hungry.  I realized then that I would rather be fat and happy than be a miserable old person wracked with guilt and remorse over enjoying a simple breakfast.  Society places so much pressure upon us to be thin and it gets old.  I decided this morning to cast off those shackles and throw my dieting woes to the wind.  (Source: The 4th Avenue Blues)