Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Ode To My Muffin Top


As I button my pants, there you are
Over the top of my jeans, looking so bizarre

No difference it makes to suck you in
Impossible to hide, like a double chin

But numbered are your days, my friend
I see light at the tunnel end

I’m eating right and working hard
To get rid of you, tub of lard

With running, weights and occasional spin class
I’ll be sure to kick your ass

Now it’s time to say our Goodbye’s,
My next target is my Thunder Thighs


Song of the Day: Let's Get Physical (remix) by Cat 5

18 comments:

  1. you are hilarious!! awesome poem. I am going to tape it to my fridge. But, that picture bares absolutely NO resemblance to you!!!!!

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  2. Hilarious! I used to say that I had Dunlop's Disease, as in: My belly 'Dun lopped' over the top of my pants.

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  3. That's the first I've seen a poem about muffin tops. It's high time.

    I think I'll join that challenge. I want to be in top form by my first half marathon next May, so getting to a goal weight by February would be very doable. Thanks for the comment on my blog. Have fun with the 80s costume--hope you post a pic.

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  4. When did you take that picture of me?!

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  5. Such eloquence on such a difficult topic. :} Love the poem and the challenge. It was the spark I needed to get my butt moving to lose some weight.
    Amy
    http://blog.runnerslounge.com

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  7. Sorry about the last delete (I shouldn't leave comments late at night!)

    Thanks for the comment on my blog!!!

    Looking forward to teh challenge!!!

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  8. Love it!!! How nasty to walk around with all of that fat hanging out. She needs a "friend" to be real with her.

    OMG!!!! LOL!!!

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  9. Niiiice.

    I love the muffintop. No wait. I mean, I love the *term* muffintop. Not so crazy about the actual thing, lol!

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  10. I think I need to post this little ode to my fridge. I can't relate to pictures of models any more and they never worked, anyhow.

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