When I was young and in my prime,
I’d stuff my face most any old time.
Now my hair is turning gray,
I only eat but two times a day.
Trying to lose my flabby gut,
And the extra padding on my butt;
Looking at my reflection from the side,
Makes me want to run and hide.
Someone I know said they wished they gave a damn,
About their health and how their waistline ran,
But it’s easy for them to say,
Relative to me they were born only yesterday.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to capture youth’s potion in a bottle?
Just take two teaspoonsful every morning with your waffle,
And gobble down anything and everything during the rest of the day,
While not siving a ghit about how all the pounds will eventually lay.
I was a bit of a porker as a young tyke,
Lost all that weight once the hormones were set right.
My body turned skinny like a flag pole or train rail,
Nothing would further effect the reading on the bathroom scale.
Started repacking the pounds in my forties upon promotion to a desk job,
My slim physique began turning into a blob,
All my past energy it did rob,
Just thinking about it now makes me want to sob.
The work was no longer physical, yet I still labored very hard,
But sitting on my arse for eight hours daily was turning my body into lard,
‘Cuz the daily pressure for making sure all my i’s were dotted and t’s were crossed,
Any pep at the end of the day for exercise had been lost.
The Internet began to influence my spare time,
More sitting on the rump, creating a Website most sublime,
Starting an online business, trying to make an extra dime,
Hoping that the new enterprise would turn into a gold mine.
It took a friend to bring me to my senses, calling me obese,
Never had I considered myself to be fat in the least,
Perhaps a bit overweight, maybe even chubby,
For the lack of a better word, let’s just say pudgy.
My doctor never told me to lose any weight.
Wonder why if I am in that state,
Of obesity or corpulence, rotundity as of late?
Time is now to lose it for goodness sake.
Lost 45 pounds, that’s 3 stone, or 20 kilograms at my first attempt,
Took me over 6 months to do it; by golly I was hell bent,
From obesity to a healthier poundage I was sent,
By many a dollar on green coffee-bean extract that had been spent.
Sadly after a couple of years all that fat did come back,
From eating those goodies found on the Entenmann’s and Tastykake’s rack,
At the market along with all that forbidden fruit,
Turning me again into that obese brute.
So now I’m down to two meals a day,
Counting all those calories, keeping most of them at bay.
Twenty pounds I hath shed, another twenty more to go,
Constantly hungry, I guess I’ll make another cup of Joe.