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And now, my weigh-ins near; Weight watchers makes a big production. I've cheated, had a few beers then gotten quotes for liposuction I've eaten way past full and then had one more for the highway I've gotten old, I've gotten fat don't diet my way! Baguettes, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention I love my salty snacks but that's what gave me hypertension I planned each 3 course meal at greasy spoons along the highway Ive gotten old I've gotten fat don't diet my way Yes there were times when I was blue Ice cream in quarts, I would go through but through it all, despite the gout I'd eat it in, or take it out I ate it all, - and I'm not tall don't diet my way I've lunched, I've wined and dined I've had my failed attempts at losing but now my jeans just split and it no longer seems amusing. To think I ate it all and may I say not in a shy way I've gotten old, I've gotten fat don't diet my way For what is a meal without cake for desert and JOGGING IS DANGEROUS - a guy could get hurt I ate the foods I truly craved and never once was fashion's slave The weight-in shows, I need new clothes don't diet my way!
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 7:32 AM UTC
My Weigh ( to the tune of my way")
And now, my weigh-ins near; Weight watchers makes a big production. I've cheated, had a few beers then gotten quotes for liposuction I've eaten way past full and then had one more for the highway I've gotten old, I've gotten fat don't diet my way! Baguettes, I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention I love my salty snacks but that's what gave me hypertension I planned each 3 course meal at greasy spoons along the highway Ive gotten old I've gotten fat don't diet my way Yes there were times when I was blue Ice cream in quarts, I would go through but through it all, despite the gout I'd eat it in, or take it out I ate it all, - and I'm not tall don't diet my way I've lunched, I've wined and dined I've had my failed attempts at losing but now my jeans just split and it no longer seems amusing. To think I ate it all and may I say not in a shy way I've gotten old, I've gotten fat don't diet my way For what is a meal without cake for desert and JOGGING IS DANGEROUS - a guy could get hurt I ate the foods I truly craved and never once was fashion's slave The weight-in shows, I need new clothes don't diet my way!
Not totally autobiographical but I've been there.
john-f-mccullagh
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john-f-mccullagh
63/M/American
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 7:32 AM UTC
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