I Watch My Figure, Getting Bigger
Every morning is the same,
Standing staring at my frame,
Looks no different from last night,
Flab is still winning the fight,
Scales hate me, sure they lie,
I only ate a small stir-fry,
Willpower waning every day,
Diet falls into disarray,
The healthier I make my meals,
The emptier my tummy feels,
Salad and a few small snacks,
Hot chocolate to help me relax,
For every hour I ride my bike
My body goes on hunger strike,
But when I'm home and my legs ache,
I comfort eat with chocolate cake,
One week on, the scales astound,
I've finally lost another pound!
Although I'm watching what I eat,
I'm sure that that deserves a treat.
Copyright © Sarah Jones | Year Posted 2010
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