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.

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.

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

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!

Butter blocks

Funny, it is now day three
I lost me three more pounds.
To lose eight pounds in just three days...
Seems as goofy as it sounds!

I'm waiting for the shoe to drop
I know it's not this easy.
I guess I'll wait another day...
Then weigh myself and see.

In the mean time I have seen the loss
Of eight fat blocks of butter.
I hope tomorrow when I weigh...
I find I've lost anutter!

False hope?

On the second day I went to weigh:
Three hundred seventeen.
Wow it seems I lost five pounds...
On my way to being lean!

Funny how it always seems
Losing weight is oh so easy.
When the pounds fall off the first day out...
Then later they turn stingy.

W'ell have to see what happens next
In my blubber losing soap.
And find out if my loss today...
Was merely thin false hopes!

And so it begins

I weighed three hundred and twenty two
Black Friday was the day.
Christmas meant we soon would see...
More treats along the way!

And so I must begin my journey
The road to being thin.
I hope that when temptation nears...
I'm able not to sin.

So wish me luck as I begin
My trek toward being thin.
Perhaps one day we all shall see...

A  Clint that's thin again!