An ode to 2007.

January first

could be the worst

or it could change my life.

Dieting, walking,

blogging, and talking

could save me lots of strife.

I hardly know

which way to go

and yet I walk on through.

My pants, now tight;

not nearly light;

I can't keep chasing food.

Put down the spoon
you lazy loon
and get your butt outside.

Trim off the fat.

I'm done with that.

Next year, I won't be wide!!

Those Krispy Kremes

won't make me scream

and I won't eat a one.

'Cause I'll be thin

and set to win

when 07's said and done.