I awakened this first morning to dismal grey light
My old life is over, but I know it's all right
I rolled out of bed (quite literally)
(For my stomach is as big as a beach ball you see).
Into the shower, where I've specialized
All the equipment, because of my size.
There are long-handled brushes (to reach where I won't Tell)
And a hand held shower head, to rinse there as well.
a nice plastic seat, to sit when I must
To shampoo or shave (one must simply adjust)
A little foot brush that I lay on the floor
And hold down with one foot while I clean the other.
Then I'm done and I'm out, dried and ready to dress
And this usually means a great deal of distress.
I have so many choices! Which tee-shirt to wear?
Which pair of black pants that stretch everywhere?
With these choices made, I go to the kitchen to eat
Not bacon and eggs, polished off with a treat
Of a muffin or two, or cookies or cake.
Ah, no, for I'm having my very first shake!
Which one will it be? French Vanilla sounds nice
Or Strawberry Creme, blended with ice?
I choose the orange and it's a delight
As filling as bacon and eggs...well not quite.
But it's a new start. I'll throw out the old snacks
Along with the whining, and panic attacks
So here's to the journey, that we all must make
And remember it begins with that single shake!