In fields of blue, where sorrows doth unfold,
I never drowned my heart in sweet delight,
No pint of Blue Berry ice cream, oh so bold,
Nor cheese-driven burger, dripping with might.

Nor did I seek solace in a bucket full
Of fried fish, or Waffle House fare so dull,
For in my heart, my feelings I did not swallow,
Nor did I let my emotions be my foe.

I faced my trials with a steadfast heart,
And let my spirit be my guide and part,
For in the end, it is not what we eat,
But how we face our struggles, that makes us great.

So let us rise above our sorrows and pain,
And let our strength and courage be our gain,
For in the end, it is not what we consume,
But how we face life's challenges, that makes us shine.

Ah,my the wondrous world of culinary delights,
Where the aroma of sizzling dishes takes flight.
A realm where flavors and textures entwine,
And the joy of cooking, a weighty refrain.

A decree of mental weight gain, you see,
As our cravings for rich dishes increase.
We yearn for more, our appetites ablaze,
And our waistlines suffer, oh what a phase!

Those mukbang & cookery videos, a guilty pleasure,
A feast for our eyes, a tempting treasure.
We watch in awe, as the hosts devour,
Their laughter and joy, a wicked allure.

In the realm of culinary delight,
Where flavors dance and cameras ignite,
We find ourselves entranced by the sight,
Of dishes born from passion and might.

But as we feast our eyes on each new dish,
And salivate at the mere wish,
We must beware of the snacks we crave,
Lest our mental weight gain we enslave.

But, alas, a hidden danger lurks within,
A secret sinister force that we must pin.
For as we watch cooking shows with glee,
Our minds succumb to a subtle decree.

Oh, the irony of it all, my dear friend,
A tale of weight gain, and a culinary trend.
The screen time we consume, with minds in a whirl,
As we watch chefs chop, and dishes unfurl.

The calories we munch, while our minds take flight,
As we binge-watch cooking shows, day and night.
The pounds we gain, as our waistlines protest,
But our minds, they feast, on the culinary quest.

The stress we release, as we watch and learn,
The satisfaction we feel, as we yearn.
For the joy of cooking, and the art of the craft,
Brings us comfort, and a sense of worth.

So beware, dear viewer, of this spell,
For mental weight gain, it can tell.
A tale of two worlds, so vast and wide,
One of healthy eating, the other, a slide.

Let us be more mindful of our viewing habits,
And the snacks we crave, with each new habit.
For in the world of cooking shows and mukbang,
A surprising link to mental weight gain, we must tang.

Beware, my friends, of the hidden cost,
Of the mental weight gain, that we've lost.
For the hours we spend, in front of the screen,
Take a toll on our minds, and our mental sheen.

The mental weight gain, it's a stealthy thief,
That creeps in when we least expect.
It's the price we pay, for the digital age,
And the hours we spend, in this virtual cage.

In days of woe and heartache too, I did not resort
To drowning my sorrows in a sea of blueberry frost
Nor did I seek solace in a burger, cheese dripping with each bite
Nor did I gorge on fried fish, a bucketful of my deepest plight

No, I did not eat my feelings at the Waffle House that night
For I knew that such indulgences would only bring me more despair
I sought a different kind of sustenance, one that would lift my heart and lighten my load
And so I turned to the comfort of a gentle, loving embrace

For in the arms of those who cared for me, I found my strength and my peace
And though my heart was heavy, I knew that I would find release
In the love and the laughter, the tears and the tender touch
I found a balm for my soul, a healing that would not be rushed

No I did not drown my sorrows in a pint of Blue Berry ice cream
Nor did I binge on cheese dripping burgers or fried fish in a dream
For I knew that true solace lies not in food, but in the hearts of those who care
And in their love, I found my strength, my hope, and my heart's repair.

So let's all balance, our love of the art,
With the need for mindfulness, and a healthy heart.
For the link between cooking shows and mental weight gain,
Is a complex one, and we must maintain.

For in the world of cooking shows and mukbang,
A surprising link to mental weight gain, we must tang.
The calories we consume, both seen and unseen,
Can lead to weight gain, unbeknownst to our dreams.

The weighty world of cooking shows & mukbang,
Where culinary delights and flavors are tang,
An unforeseen relationship to demented mental gain,
We must acknowledge, or else we'll be in pain.

The calories we consume, both seen and unseen,
Can lead to weight gain, unbeknownst to our dreams,
The stress of perfection, the pressure to gleam,
Can cause our minds to crave, and our waistlines to seam.

The camera lights, the audience's gleam,
The pressure to perform, the need to esteem,
Can make us reach for comfort foods, it's a team,
And before we know it, our weight's on the scheme.

Let us be cognizant of our mental state,
And the toll that cooking shows can take,
For in the world of culinary greatness,
We must not forget our mental healthiness.

So let's be little mindful of our viewing habits,
And the snacks we crave, with each new habit.
For in the world of culinary delight,
We must balance taste and mental might.

For in the world of cooking shows and mukbang,
A strange and wondrous tale unfolds,
A tale of demented mental gain,
A journey through the realm of pain.

And bravely let us acknowledge, let us see,
The truth that's hidden, but the truth that's free,
For in the weighty world of cooking shows,
A world of flavors, a world of woe.


© Aneemkp