Ode to the Tire
When I was a young child,
You were never around.
My weight loss concerns were very mild,
My feet to the scale were not bound.
In the twenty years since that age,
Three babies have come and gone.
And now you're a constant reminder
Of the damage that's been done
The view from the front
Isn't all that bad.
But I turn to the side
And my joy turns to sad.
Ten years in the Army
And you wouldn’t let go.
Mile after mile, sit-up and sit-up,
You were just going with the flow.
I try to tuck you into my clothes
And sometimes even forget you’re there.
Then I glance down
The ever-present nightmare.
Father lying in a coma,
Facebook and food, you are my friend.
Cafeteria is cheap and so good,
Food is a means to an end.
He checked in a huge old man,
And left us just a shadow of himself.
I won’t go out the same way,
Time to focus on my health.
My husband loves to rub you,
Grab you, squeeze you, poke you.
The girls like to point at you,
Tease you, touch you, love you.
I’ve even tried to cut you off,
Plastic surgeons I’ve seen two,
The breasts we can’t help you
But the tummy we can do.
The price tag was steep,
And my wanderlust bigger,
The insurance money could go
To bills looming larger.
The pounds dropped off
And still you were there.
I was hot in that little red dress,
Yet you stuck out of nowhere.
So the time has come to say adieu,
good-bye, adios, and so long.
At the end of all this,
I want to wear a Brazilian thong.
When I was a young child,
You were never around.
My weight loss concerns were very mild,
My feet to the scale were not bound.
In the twenty years since that age,
Three babies have come and gone.
And now you're a constant reminder
Of the damage that's been done
The view from the front
Isn't all that bad.
But I turn to the side
And my joy turns to sad.
Ten years in the Army
And you wouldn’t let go.
Mile after mile, sit-up and sit-up,
You were just going with the flow.
I try to tuck you into my clothes
And sometimes even forget you’re there.
Then I glance down
The ever-present nightmare.
Father lying in a coma,
Facebook and food, you are my friend.
Cafeteria is cheap and so good,
Food is a means to an end.
He checked in a huge old man,
And left us just a shadow of himself.
I won’t go out the same way,
Time to focus on my health.
My husband loves to rub you,
Grab you, squeeze you, poke you.
The girls like to point at you,
Tease you, touch you, love you.
I’ve even tried to cut you off,
Plastic surgeons I’ve seen two,
The breasts we can’t help you
But the tummy we can do.
The price tag was steep,
And my wanderlust bigger,
The insurance money could go
To bills looming larger.
The pounds dropped off
And still you were there.
I was hot in that little red dress,
Yet you stuck out of nowhere.
So the time has come to say adieu,
good-bye, adios, and so long.
At the end of all this,
I want to wear a Brazilian thong.
This week's challenge is to post our daily exercise workouts to the wall and participate in posts, comments, etc. This is no problem for the majority of us chatty folk, ha ha. I did start doing the P90X program and started off with the Ab Ripper X yesterday with Jose and then died about 17 minutes into Yoga X so that's my goal for today. We've been finding lots of workout videos on Netflix too so that helps create a variety. I also pulled out my two Biggest Loser workout videos and brushed the dust off their never opened covers, oops! The girls and I walked all the way to the theatre and back yesterday for the $1 movies so that added 3 miles to my routine. I'm trying to find every little way to burn just a few more calories but I'm still fighting to hit the 2400 calorie mark. I'm only eating about 1000 calories a day so I might make some changes there and try to substitute in some more protein, I love me some peanut butter!
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