To some it sounds absurd
That I find these pounds to lose;
Confined is not a word
Or at least for me to use.
Striving for perfection
Health is my intent;
Guided with direction
Failure; to prevent.
Seeking for inspiration
I'll search from coast to coast;
Stay true to dedication
When my muscles hurt the most.
It's not all fun and games
A lifestyle to adapt;
With the "old me" stuck in frames
No more feeling trapped.
Structured through my fitness
Balanced are my meals;
As God as my witness
I love the way this feels!
Motivation is the key
That keeps you beating like a drum;
Don't live vicariously
Your results; they will come!
To some it sounds absurd
That I find these pounds to lose;
Perseverance is a word
The only word for me to use.
So in the words of my good friend Marshal Mathers;
"Success is my only mother trucking option, Failures not!"
(except he doesn't say "trucking" - trying to keep it PG13 here people!!)
