Saturday, December 1, 2012

My big fat sinking diet

Up a pound at weigh today
Because I am a pig.
If I don't learn to close my mouth...
I'll soon be Mister Big.

Too fat to sit in a normal chair.
Too fat to wear my pants.
Too fat to do most anything....
Except my gut enhance!

I must be tougher and resist
Temptations left and right.
And stop this habit that I've got...
---Eating everything in sight.

One Week

One week now is in the books
Poundage down by seven.
Slowing down my final goal...
To one day be in heaven.

I started out so very well.
Have slipped the last few days.
I'll have to get back on the bus...
Before my waistline pays.

Avoid the snacks and must eat less.
The words that I must live by.
Even though the sound of them...
Just makes me want to cry.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Surprised

I thought for sure I'd see today
A rise upon the scale.
But when I stepped up on the box...
Fourteen pounds was what I nailed.

I expected it to rise some pounds
Instead I'm now down eight.
Quite unexpected happenings...
In Clinton's bouncing weight.

Tomorrow I have no idea
What weight I should expect
If it goes up, I'll be quite sad...
If down?  I shain't object.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Fail

I planned to make some progress
Since these were my three days off.
But now I only shake my head...
And manage  just a scoff.

Up again to  seventeen
And tomorrow won't be better.
The PIGOUT maid was tempting me...
And sadley so - I let her.

So tomorrow weight will hover still
In fact it might be worse.
And so it seems I will fight on...
Against this wicked curse.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Down by one

Another day has come and gone
Today I'm down by one.
Three hundred and some sixteen  pounds...
Too bad I'm far from done.

My fatness wants to eat and eat
But I must still resist.
To continue on my diet plan...
My health must now insist.

Eat a smaller portion Clint
Avoid the sweeter things.
Or else your downward weight progress...
Will face another ding

Monday, November 26, 2012

I knew it

Today was just as I predicted
Take three butter's away,
"Three hundred seventeen" it sceamed...
When I began my weigh.

"You're fatter than the day before"
It laughed as I stepped on.
The progress you were so proud of...
Appears to be long gone!

Tomorrow we will start again
And eat like a little bird.
 I'll strive to quickly make up ground...
On that you have my word!