Diet (Un)Conscious

Will ya look at that pie? Oh my. Oh my! Whipped cream piled high. To die! To die!! I'm sworn to a diet. I sigh. I sigh... With all of my might. Oh why? Oh why? I'll starve 'til I'm sickened. I cry. I cry. No 'taters nor chicken. To fry. To fry. To squeeze into pants, I pry. I pry. No fast foodie joints. Drive thru? Drive by! I vow to stand firm. I'll try. I'll try. And be thin as a worm... I lie. (Boy, do I!)