Weigh in after Christmas

Boy did I go mad, was it worth it? I say as I cry 😭

By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk Published 2 years ago • 1 min read

By George’s Girl 2025

Weigh in after Christmas

I hate the scales, I really do,

Seven pounds on at Christmas—now I’m so blue.

Back to Weight Watchers, January’s 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.

I’m only human, I slipped, I swear,

But this high-fat gain feels so unfair.

With resolve anew, I’ll tread the line,

One day at a time, I’ll be just fine.

So here’s to salads and steps to take,

To smaller portions and no more cake.

Though the journey’s tough, I’ll find my way,

A healthier me begins today.

Poetry has lived in me since childhood.

Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.

My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.

Stay and read please. Like&follow me. If my poetry touches your ♥️ maybe leave a small tip

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