# 7 - The Indigestible Truth

Okay, this poem deserves a little preface.  Or a brag.  Whatever you want to call it is fine with me.  Cory and I have been following the Weight Watchers Points Plus program since January 3rd. My Mom's been doing it longer. We've all been very successful on it and we've all recently met our first goal, "Lose10% of your body weight." (Ironically, Cory's and my combined ten percents is 100% of Alex!)  I am, in fact, now at my pre-pregnancy weight for ALL four of my pregnancies!  I'm pretty pleased with that.  I haven't been this size since 2003.  And 2003 was the year I lost 30 pounds of post-wedding fat in order to get pregnant, so I wasn't actually this size for very long back then.  And Cory is officially at his pre-pregnancies weight, too.  So I guess you could say we're both now starting to chip away at the weight we gained between when we got together and began"cooking" for ourselves and when we became a family of three.  A lot of take-out in our early years of marriage, if I recall correctly... 

So when it was suggested that we go to the J&S Restaurant for dinner last night (I won't say which one of us suggested it), knowing that there is absolutely nothing on that menu that we can easily calculate the points on, we decided we deserved it.  And we do.  So we went and we had a wonderful time with the kids and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.  Which was the inspiration for this morning's poem.

Three short months of working hard,

And the mind wants what it wants,

A reward for twenty lost pounds,

Dinner at the local restaurant.

Wholesome out the window,

We called it our cheat meal.

Laughter, games, desert,

A lovely family deal.

With the spirit of a teenager,

A cheeseburger, fries, and pie,

Now the body of an older woman,

Utters its punishing war cry.

In the wee hours of the morning,

My stomach rebelling from the score,

I come to the sobering conclusion,

I can't eat like that anymore.

- Laura Freeman -

April 7, 2013

#6 It's grocery day!

Two of them vote pizza,

One wants mac and cheese,

One suggests spaghetti,

How `bout Fruit Loops, please?

Candy, cake, and cookies

The fourth just smiles at me.

Two suggest waffles,

Grilled cheese shouts the third,

One suggests PB and J,

Fruit Loops, again, I think I heard.

Three agree on crackers,

The fourth one doesn't say a word.

Pizza is now unanimous,

Rice Krispies would be fine,

Please can we have ice cream

Chocolate milk is so divine.

Pasta, bagels, tacos,

The fourth one starts to whine.

I envisioned broccoli,

Maybe chicken, rice or fish,

So much for group consensus,

On the weekly grocery list.

Next week I`ll plan it myself,

The family nutritionist.


- Laura Freeman -
April 6, 2013

#5 - Mother Nature

Mother Nature is a cruel mistress,
Who taunts then takes away,
At nightfall, dusts the world in white,
The spring promise of today.
Winter throws us one last backwards glance,
As we watch him finally go,
And leaves us in his awful wake,
A Spring of ice and snow.


- Laura Freeman -
April 5, 2013

#4 - Bright Eyed

Big brown eyes that light,
Sweet excitement from within,
Wiggling, kicking legs,
Cooing, drooly grin
Alert and ready to begin.

She wants to play with me,
She tries to tempt me in,
She flaps her arms, calls to me,
Except, it's two a.m.
Caffeine, you'll be my friend,

- Laura Freeman -
April 4, 2013

#3 - It Doesn't Have To

What is that?
He asked
sneering.
A poem,
She grins.
No.
It doesn't rhyme.
It doesn't have to.
It's free-verse.
A poem?
A poem that doesn't rhyme?
Free verse.
I don't like it,
He grumbled.
You don't have to.
It's mine.
Make it rhyme!
No.
Please?
No.
It doesn't have to.
I don't like it!
Scowling.
She laughs.
You don't have to.
I don't get it.
It doesn't rhyme.
Glaring.
It doesn't have to!
He pleads,
one more time.
Make
It
Rhyme!
It's free verse,
It doesn't have to.
He
S
T
O
M
P
S
away.
She smiles.
Tomorrow,
A Haiku.


- Laura Freeman -
April 3, 2013

# 2 - "Dear Lily,"

You meow and meow, my indoor cat.

You pace across the floor.

The birds outside, they beckon you,

You crouch beside the door.

The kids come home, and you slip out,

I swoop and bring you in,

You cry at me,

So pitifully,

Imprisoned once again.

You sit at our front window,

Scowling at the chirping prey.

I remind you that, last time you roamed,

You ended up

At the SPCA.

So you'll stay inside, we'll keep you safe,

You'll probably resent us.

But Lily, dear, you had your chance,

Before you even met us.

I wouldn't let my cats run loose,

With all the hazards that await.

Please understand, the indoor life,

For a cat, it can be great! 
You perch upon my counter,

When I sleep, you walk across my hair.

You trip me in the hallway,

You steal my warm spot on the chair,

You sleep all day, you play all night,

You go randomly berserk,

You can be the biggest sweetheart,

Or act like a selfish jerk. 

You are waited on, both hand and foot,

Food at your beck and call,

You sleep right on our pillows,

Leave hairballs in the hall.

So when we tell you, "Stay inside,"

I really wish you could,

Understand that we're not being cruel,

It is for your own good.

- Laura Freeman -

April 2, 2013

April Creative Writing Challenge!

Okay, I don't know if I'm going to be able to stick with this or not.  I usually save all my creative energy for November and then I spend a month madly writing in all my spare moments and come out at the end with a half-finished novel that I never look at again.  Yup, that's my style!

Not the best way to get published.  But a good way to write and hone my typing skills, I suppose.

Anyway, at the encouragement of my friend who two Novembers ago, got on the NaNoWriMo bandwagon with me, I've signed up for April's smaller scale version, "Camp NaNoWriMo".  It's a 'set your own word count goal', kind of a challenge.  There's also another challenge "NaPoWriMo", that I've never done, but my friend has.  NaNoWriMo has copy-cat off-shoot challenges all over the internet.  So, while my main love is November, I've decided to try a little spring time writing, too.

My goal is 15,000 words.  A third of the November requirement, a mere 500 a day (hmm... do blog posts count?).  And since it doesn't have to be a new novel (seriously, the camp rules are very, very lax), I'm going to use my 500 to write whatever the heck I want... but mainly to finish my 2010, 2012 novel, Undesireable.  By April 30th, I am going to have a completed rough draft.  There, I said it.  It's on the the internet, it MUST be true!!

Wish me luck!

On another note, here's my first creative writing burst of the day...

I have a friend named April,

at least that's what she's called online.

She wants to be a novelist,

Also a dream of mine.

I got her writing in Novembers,

My favourite month to sit and type.

She wrote a book, of novel length,

It lives up to its hype.

Now it's "April", two years on,

And its her turn to inspire me.

You see, her month to write is now,

It's a month of poetry.

They call it NaPoWriMo

A poem a day, not much, that's it.

It's not prose, it's hard to do,

I'm crazy to attempt it.

So here you go, my April pal, 

My first poem, it's pretty chic,

For our month of creative writing...

I'll probably fizzle out next week!

 - Laura Freeman -

April 1, 2013