It's funny how those little things
Make you gain or lose the weight
Sometimes I wondered if it was me
If being this size was fate
But if I count these little things
And don’t go overboard
I lose the pounds and inches
And that is my reward
Unfortunately the nice stuff
Contains more of the beasties
So I have to cut out the cakes
And the midnight feasties
They sound so innocent – calories
But count them and combine with the gym
I can end up healthy
And looking nice and slim
So armed with Duromine and calorie counter, I work them out
For all that passes my lips
Cos if I don’t and eat too many
It all ends up on my hips
I feel that I am destined
Forever I will count those cals
But if I do I will lose weight
And be the envy of my pals
Found this poem on a site one day, I tweaked it a little , and just wanted to share it with you all ..
When you've eaten too much and you can't write it down,
And you feel like the biggest failure in town.
When you want to give up just because you gave in,
And forgot all about being healthy and thin.
So what! you went over your allowance a bit.
It's your next move that counts....SO DON'T YOU QUIT!
It's a moment of truth, it's attitude and change.
It's learning the skills to get back in your range.
It's telling yourself 'you've done great up till' now',
You can take on this challenge and beat it somehow.
It's part of your journey toward reaching your goal.
You're still gonna' make it, just stay in control.
To stumble and fall is not a disgrace,
If you summon the will to get back in the race.
But often the struggler's, when losing their grip,
Just throw in the towel and continue to slip...
SO DON'T YOU QUIT!!!
May you all be inspired and reminded by these poems as I was this morning , I REALLY NEED TO GET MY ACT TOGETHER, I need to eat, or this is all a waste of time and money ....have a gr8 day all ...
Make you gain or lose the weight
Sometimes I wondered if it was me
If being this size was fate
But if I count these little things
And don’t go overboard
I lose the pounds and inches
And that is my reward
Unfortunately the nice stuff
Contains more of the beasties
So I have to cut out the cakes
And the midnight feasties
They sound so innocent – calories
But count them and combine with the gym
I can end up healthy
And looking nice and slim
So armed with Duromine and calorie counter, I work them out
For all that passes my lips
Cos if I don’t and eat too many
It all ends up on my hips
I feel that I am destined
Forever I will count those cals
But if I do I will lose weight
And be the envy of my pals
Found this poem on a site one day, I tweaked it a little , and just wanted to share it with you all ..
When you've eaten too much and you can't write it down,
And you feel like the biggest failure in town.
When you want to give up just because you gave in,
And forgot all about being healthy and thin.
So what! you went over your allowance a bit.
It's your next move that counts....SO DON'T YOU QUIT!
It's a moment of truth, it's attitude and change.
It's learning the skills to get back in your range.
It's telling yourself 'you've done great up till' now',
You can take on this challenge and beat it somehow.
It's part of your journey toward reaching your goal.
You're still gonna' make it, just stay in control.
To stumble and fall is not a disgrace,
If you summon the will to get back in the race.
But often the struggler's, when losing their grip,
Just throw in the towel and continue to slip...
SO DON'T YOU QUIT!!!
May you all be inspired and reminded by these poems as I was this morning , I REALLY NEED TO GET MY ACT TOGETHER, I need to eat, or this is all a waste of time and money ....have a gr8 day all ...
