Ba Ba Ba Ba Da, I'M Not Lovin' It

When he first came around, nothing touched the ground. Now seventeen years later, my husband is one hundred pounds fatter. I never dreamed it would end like this, in the beginning all i saw was pure bliss. These days it's lot's of appointments, not to mention all the smelly ointments. And the diabetes, well it's out of control, would it be if not for the big fat rolls? There's ulcers too, on his feet, all this because he had too much to eat. He nearly died twice last year, and to our kids he's their big teddy bear. I finally decided that this must stop, and arranged surgery for my kid's pop. The official name is called gastric bypass, but i call it a new lease on his fat ass. They say in one year, he'll weigh less, and if you'd like to take a guess.. He'll be down two hundred pounds, with that belly no longer on the ground. His doctor says he'll be more handsome, but i just want good health for 'em. It's only been six weeks, yet i already see a big change, forty pounds have come off his body, no more wheelchairs do i have to arrange. He'll soon be back to work, a renewed man, because without all that fat, he sure 'nough can.