Compromise..

She had partial ingredients so she compromised on how they cooked her food. She had no time so she compromised on when she ate that food. She had no one looking over her shoulder, so she compromised on the measure of enough, ate to fullness and some more. She was mostly soaked in her phone as she ate, so she compromised on savouring the taste.

Now her body is staging a coup, her organs are crushing, their protest is slowing her down, their rebellion is bringing on fatigue, the warfare within her is bitter, she is the embodiment of regret for the health debt unpaid. And now, she can't remember when she last called her night's sleep, good.