A little poem about my Weight loss journey !

Give me chocolate and biscuits and things I adore,

Give me Chinese and Pizza, I am just wanting more

My bum’s getting bigger there is no denying

Sooner or later I’ve got to start trying

'You used to look pretty', I said to my face

But those days are gone now, vanished no trace

It’s time for a change now, I had to begin

To claim my life back from this double chin

My critics assumed that my weight was my fault

Who can blame when before them can only revolt

But my weight was not added through eating alone

A cruel hormone problem had made me it’s home

I struggled with the tablets and classes galore

All promising me freedom, but  I just needed more

No sympathy or comfort from the lack of weight loss

I can tell you right now, it made me quite cross

For I stuck to the diets through the thick and the thin

Not a single pound shifted, I want to be slim !

My doctor was helpful but NHS limited

Bariatric surgery could not be administered.

I read all the stories, I learnt them by heart

And made the phone calls that meant I would part -

with my friends and my family, to Belgium I went

To find the man who I now call my Saint

He gave me my life back, made my tum feel full

On a teaspoon of yoghurt, that’s pretty much all !

The choice that I made to have surgery

Was not taken lightly, you can believe me !

I put my life in the hands of a man

Who skilfully changed me  and gave me the plan

For the rest of my life I would have to take

Vitamins and protein in all sorts of ways

It’s a small price to pay for the life I’ll be given

Free of the weight I used to call 'living'.

I look to a future with hope and desire

For clothes that are sexy and set my husband on fire !

I dream of the shopping for tight lingerie

Not the type that just shapes me but allows me to play -

With my new figure flowing no longer so huge

I have one man to thank and you will find him in Brugge !

I can run with my kids and not go so red

That an ambulance comes before I drop dead !

To the pool I now go without one thought or two

No hiding behind a towel or the flume

I now eat my meals and stop when I’m ready

No longer a sin if the plate is not empty

So here I am ready to take back  control

Of the eating that ruled me, I’m no longer the fool

I will reach my target, I’ll reach for the skies

If I only reach tree tops you’ll still hear my cries

I will beat this fatness, one day I’ll be slim

And then I will show off 'my backside now trim' !