My Weight and Me

Oh my goodness, is it Wednesday already?  With so much going on, I nearly forgot to post this week's blog.  While I haven't been working on the edit like I should be (I know, I know, shame on me), I have been writing everyday.  So, rather than blathering on or slapping something together haphazardly, I'll share with you a new piece that I wrote just yesterday.  

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This tale is not a love story

It’s the ongoing saga of my weight and me

My weight and I, we go way back

We fuss and we fight but not matter what,

We stick together, through thick and thin

We have our ups and our downs,

But my weight, she’ll never leave me

No, really, I can’t get rid of her

I think she’s stalking me

I’m telling you, she’s crazy

I’ve tried everything I can think of

But she’s hard to shake

Diet and exercise,

Yeah that’s all well and good,

But one wrong move

And she’s all over me again

She’s a tricky little thing too

I caught her hiding in my spare tire

So I girded myself, ready to deflate it,

But when I wasn’t looking

She hopped into my trunk

Where she stayed out of sight

Until one day I noticed,

My jeans were rather tight

Hold on a second,

This isn’t so bad

She’s starting to compliment me

So how can I stay mad

Now my weight and me,

We’re on better terms

I’m still not too happy with her

And I’ll keep her in my sights

But for now she’s alright

So long as she’s got my back