Bottles, containers, fruits, breads
It's the first time I'm here again
But this time
I count the numbers
30% caloric deficit
240 grams of protein
220 grams of carbohydrates
50 grams of fat
89 days until a 11% bodyfat
I go through the corridors
I fit the macros
I fit the standards
I fit the ideal
I look for anything to improve
Anything
To go back where I was
Because inside
I yell
I remember
I cry
I miss
The corridors like gardens
Without numbers or calories
Simply
Moving
With flowers
With birds
Flying
with tastes
With smells
Through cookies and breads
An incessant pursuit
Not for food
Not for drinks
But for reasons to smile
Creating
Perhaps
A smile for the one I love
And a reflection for myself
Creating
Perhaps
A smile for myself
And a reflection for herself
It doesn't matter
The meats
The pasta
The cookies
They shouldn't be fuel
They should be ink.