Weigh in after Christmas
Boy did I go mad, was it worth it? I say as I cry š
Weigh in after Christmas
I hate the scales, I really do,
Seven pounds on at Christmasānow Iām so blue.
Back to Weight Watchers, Januaryās call,
Oh, how I regret those treats, one and all.
Help me, God, melt this fat, I pray,
For I feasted and sinned every single day.
Cookies and puddings, chocolates galore,
Now the reckoning knocks at my door.
Iām only human, I slipped, I swear,
But this high-fat gain feels so unfair.
With resolve anew, Iāll tread the line,
One day at a time, Iāll be just fine.
So hereās to salads and steps to take,
To smaller portions and no more cake.
Though the journeyās tough, Iāll find my way,
A healthier me begins today.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mindā¤ļø
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Comments (1)
Christmas is a time to enjoy but one does and should know when to watch and make sure not to overdo in various activities. Good honest job.