The Doctor is my shepherd; I shall not weigh more.
He maketh me to lie down in green sweatpants; He ordereth me to do sit-ups. He specify-eth my goal.
He sendeth me down jogging trails of endless length for my heart's sake.
Yea, though I stroll by the door of the bakeshop, I will not enter; my sweetrolls and crumbcake I secretly buy elswhere.
I eatest my cupcakes in the presence of no one. I feast on rich Twinkies and Ding-Dongs. My cup's full of ice cream.
Surely huge hips and thunder thighs will haunt me all the days of my life, and I will live in a body of cellulite forever.
By Ann Luna
One of the the problemswith diets is the first three letters spell "DIE"!!!
Quoting Barbara Johnson's
Daily Splashes Of Joy
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