We’re half way through summer, there’s still fun to be had
At the beach, the museums, “To the lake mom and dad!”
We’ve skied, and we’ve tubed, kayaked, and swum
Bounced, drank and partied, the fun’s only begun.
Vodka tonics, margaritas, cocktails galore,
Spritzers and beer, the adults pour, pour and pour.
To the theater we’ve ventured to dance, laugh and cry,
Then on to a venue with wine well in supply.
We’ve listened to music that suits all our moods,
Outdoors and indoors accompanied by food.
Oh yes there it is, my snacking confession.
Chips, dips, and apps, my secret summer obsession.
And oh, how I’ve paid, as each treat passed my lips,
I’ve grown an ass, and a belly, and a big set of hips!
Pounds and more pounds they’re coming on quick,
And since I’ve turned 40 they seem to just stick.
They stick to my sides in great big love handles,
Causing love to be made under only light the candles.
My belly is squishy, my butt is all dimpled,
My thighs are gigantic, my backs getting pimpled.
I feel like a teenager, only older and fatter,
I feel like the object of some skinny girl’s chatter.
It’s time to get serious, to shed some of these pounds,
But my exercise wardrobe is missing, it’s nowhere to be found.
Oh there it is buried in piles upon piles
Smirking at me with big knowing smiles.
They know I’ve been slacking and that none of them fit.
I can’t button or zip them, I’m afraid my pants just might split.
How did I get here, haven’t I learned,
That I can’t always eat all the things that I yearn?
Not to mention the drinks, as I’ve said they’ve been plenty,
Our weekly intake, no more than, say, twenty?
I’ve got to get healthy, thin, detoxed and buff,
It’s not going to be easy, in fact, it’ll be rough.
But I’ve done it before, I’m confident I can,
Yet, the summer’s still young, you can tell by my tan.
So maybe I’ll wait just one week or two,
Or three, four, or five weeks, hey, what can I do?
The kids are calling my name, they want to go play,
What’s wrong with putting this off for just a few days?
I’m craving a cocktail, guacamole, cheese and crackers,
I’m addicted to wine, and yummy summer snackers.
Summer what are you doing to me, I’m just so confused,
If I continue to indulge I’ll certainly not lose.
I won’t lose the pounds, but I’ll certainly have fun,
Oh surely, there’s answer and not only one.
If asked any expert I know what’d they say,
But I think I’ll stay in denial, if only for today.
For now I’ll relax, I can always exercise later,
I need a nap, and some lunch, to my kids I must cater.
I’m happy and conflicted, frustrated and just sad,
How can something as great as summer, also be so damn bad?
I’ll take some time to ponder this over,
Maybe wish on a star or some four-leaf clover,
That the pounds I have gained will magically disappear,
Then I can continue to enjoy summer like I have ever year.
Any suggestions? I’d really love to hear,
How to have a kick-ass summer without any fear?
I want no fear of weight gain or of needing rehab,
I just want to enjoy my summer and all that I have!