Every day I am
bombarded
In each direction that I turn
By those who
claim that EXERCISE
Causes flab to crash and burn!
I did jumping jacks and sit ups
Went out and bought
that darn machine
The one that guarantees in 30 days
I'd
be trim and fit and lean...
I put it in the extra room
That we affectionately
call the "gym"
With all the other paraphenalia
That will
one day make me slim!
Ab mats for doing crunches
A small tramp to run in
place
That awful, go-nowhere pedaling bike
That only
leaves me red of face!
I have workout clothes and sweat bands
Even a
"get-fit" coffee cup!
But that scale hasn't budged an
inch
So, I'm on the verge of giving up!
I've just about convinced myself
That it's true what
some folks say...
You have heard it too......Eat
Right!
Get Fit? Die anyway!!
So for those who are devoted
To trying to make me
over, PLEASE!
If God wanted me to touch my toes
He would
have put them on my knees!
I believe He loves us as we are
That includes
both big AND small
So when I reach the gates of
Heaven
It will be with flab and all!
