Weight, oh, weight – why do you come round?
I try hard to lose you but you always seem found.
It’s not that I’m looking to be skinny me
But a thinner version I’d sure like to see
Now, I know in my head that good health’s where it’s at
More fitness, good eating should take care of that
Yet no matter how willing I am to not snack
The meal that I eat always seems to bite back
On my hips and my thighs and my waist it does linger
For my mother’s physique I have become a dead wringer!
She always complained of this very thing
Each day to her thighs, 5 pounds could it bring
It is menopause, old age, metabolism or what?
From my diet, many calories, I’ve already cut
Still I’m healthy and happy and find joy each day
What more could I ask for – what more can I say?
The scale cannot measure the worth of my soul
Life is too precious to have and to hold
We diet, we watch, we are careful to gain
That weight that weight, oh what a pain
Pay no heed, I remember, for today starts anew
Count the moments not the pounds – for they are too few!