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theoldwolf) wrote2010-02-01 04:25 pm
theoldwolf) wrote2010-02-01 04:25 pm
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Hear now a hymn of commitment
Behold, we dwell in the midst
Of the Carbohydrate Nation,
Two of every three struggle to release weight,
Yea, even I walk in the valley of the shadow
Of blubber;
One of every three gives up,
Yields to the addiction,
And grows large beyond the bounds of good health,
For behold, their arteries age
One-third again as fast as they ought,
And diabetes is their lot,
And death takes them
Sooner than is his due.
As old as the hills this struggle is,
As old as the prophets -
Even Eli, who judged Israel forty years,
Fell from his seat and brake his neck,
For he was an old man,
And heavy.
It seemeth me that there is no justice,
For all that which cheereth the heart
And bringeth joy to the soul
Is either Illegal
Immoral
Or fattening.
But behold, man cannot live on rice cakes alone
And the heavens give forth their abundance
And the way is shown whereby those who love to eat
Can sate themselves with richness
And yet be thin.
Lo, 4 ounces of bologna, laden with nitrites and fat
and two slices of pumpernickel
Yield 520 calories.
Yea, that is a load of baloney.
For the same humble bread,
Bedecked with 4 ounces of vegetable bologna,
Leaveth room for 3 cups of melon and strawberries
and 1 1/2 cups of tomato vegetable soup
And yet the tale of calories is the same,
And lo, is this not a feast?
Yea, the trials of the last three years
Have weighed heavy on my heart,
And a Rat's South-40 I gave not
And I cursed my fortune
And wished to die,
Eating and drinking what I chose,
And behold the tale of pounds grew
Until the scales tipped at thirteen stones
And a half.
But now a new light dawns, and it seemeth me
That again I have reason to live,
And I would live long, in happiness and health,
And be once again fair of countenance
And pleasing to the eye.
From now until the month of May are 14 weeks;
Between now and then I will shed 14 pounds,
Yea, one stone,
At the least.
Yet not there will I stop, for a BMI of 23
Or less
Is my heart's desire,
And my reward shall be health in the navel,
Marrow in the bones,
And a whole closet of beautiful clothing
Into which I cannot now shoehorn my bulk.
O ye who are my friends,
Hold me to account,
Keep my feet to the fire,
Speak words of power into my life,
Yea, let your good energy on my behalf
Fly up unto God
Or whatever power you draw your strength from
That my intention may be clear
And that the results may appear.
The Old Wolf has Spoken.
Of the Carbohydrate Nation,
Two of every three struggle to release weight,
Yea, even I walk in the valley of the shadow
Of blubber;
One of every three gives up,
Yields to the addiction,
And grows large beyond the bounds of good health,
For behold, their arteries age
One-third again as fast as they ought,
And diabetes is their lot,
And death takes them
Sooner than is his due.
As old as the hills this struggle is,
As old as the prophets -
Even Eli, who judged Israel forty years,
Fell from his seat and brake his neck,
For he was an old man,
And heavy.
It seemeth me that there is no justice,
For all that which cheereth the heart
And bringeth joy to the soul
Is either Illegal
Immoral
Or fattening.
But behold, man cannot live on rice cakes alone
And the heavens give forth their abundance
And the way is shown whereby those who love to eat
Can sate themselves with richness
And yet be thin.
Lo, 4 ounces of bologna, laden with nitrites and fat
and two slices of pumpernickel
Yield 520 calories.
Yea, that is a load of baloney.
For the same humble bread,
Bedecked with 4 ounces of vegetable bologna,
Leaveth room for 3 cups of melon and strawberries
and 1 1/2 cups of tomato vegetable soup
And yet the tale of calories is the same,
And lo, is this not a feast?
Yea, the trials of the last three years
Have weighed heavy on my heart,
And a Rat's South-40 I gave not
And I cursed my fortune
And wished to die,
Eating and drinking what I chose,
And behold the tale of pounds grew
Until the scales tipped at thirteen stones
And a half.
But now a new light dawns, and it seemeth me
That again I have reason to live,
And I would live long, in happiness and health,
And be once again fair of countenance
And pleasing to the eye.
From now until the month of May are 14 weeks;
Between now and then I will shed 14 pounds,
Yea, one stone,
At the least.
Yet not there will I stop, for a BMI of 23
Or less
Is my heart's desire,
And my reward shall be health in the navel,
Marrow in the bones,
And a whole closet of beautiful clothing
Into which I cannot now shoehorn my bulk.
O ye who are my friends,
Hold me to account,
Keep my feet to the fire,
Speak words of power into my life,
Yea, let your good energy on my behalf
Fly up unto God
Or whatever power you draw your strength from
That my intention may be clear
And that the results may appear.
The Old Wolf has Spoken.
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May we both gain strength from this. :-)
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-=TK
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The Lord be with you/And also with you
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