I have become an unhealthy obese creature
with the type of body I do not want to feature.
Ugh! Let me hide under the rug.
I am saddened and ashamed of my size
as the numbers on my scale continue to rise.
Hate how my body is growing,
way too much fat is showing.
I have unhappily reached the point
that I must get out of this joint.
I don’t mean a building or room.
It’s time to get out of this fat tomb.
I must shed this weight,
before it is too late.
I cannot wait.
Tomorrow is the date.
I can’t start today,
can’t do it that way.
One more last hurrah with pizza, bad carbs, chips and pop,
Today is the Super bowl. After that, my bad eating will stop.
I promise. I mean it. I must be strong.
I need to lose weight. I waited too long.
I need to eat healthy and stop snacking.
Exercise is also something I am lacking.
I am going to eat healthy and less, and exercise too.
It’s not going to be easy, but is something I must do.
I must remember….
Nothing tastes as good,
as being thin feels.
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