Battle of the Bulge

I am locked in armed combat, Fighting against my body fat. I continue to take aim, Against my abundant frame. Jogging up and down a hill Exhausted from my treadmill. These can not alleviate, My BMI or obese weight. My chances of becoming slim Are looking very grim. If I don’t shrink my derriere, It soon won’t fit in any chair. Am I a porky pig, because my bones are big? My stomach is a bottomless pit. Is that why my clothes don’t fit? I can’t seem to lose this weight. My girth is great, it won’t deflate I am a mess and so depressed, I need ice cream to get de-stressed.