"Fat" sung to the tune of "Bad" By Michael Jackson
Your butt is wide, well mine is too.
Just watch your mouth, because I'll sit on you.
The word is out, better treat me right..
'Cause I'm the queen of cellulite
Ham on, ham on, ham on whole wheat, all right..
My zippers bust, my buckles break,
I'm too much wo-man for you to take
the pavement cracks when I fall down
I've got more chins than Chinatown
Well, I never used a phone booth,
And I never see my toes
When I go to the movies,
I take up seven rows
Because I'M FAT, I'm fat, come on
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I'm fat, I'm fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
Don't you call me pudgy, portly, or stout
Just tell me again who's fat...
Once again, I am writing about my fat. AKA: beefy, big, butterball, elephantine, heavy, large, plump, thickset, or my favorite, whalelike.
I have a problem. I love to eat. A LOT! And deep inside this "whalelike" body is an unhappy girl. And I don't like it. Let's see. I tried a "eat healthy for 8 weeks," and I did really good for two weeks, and pretty much quit after week three. It was hard. The hard part was no sugar or sweets for six days of the week, and eating it for one day. That one day was declared, "Meagan's Heavenly Day." Then after that day was, "Meagan's HE...double hokey sticks Day! (eekers!) I didn't realized how much I love sugar, and how much I need sugar in my life. It makes me happy. It makes me want to sing it to the world!
"You know our love was meant to beeeeee...
The kind of love that last for-everrrrrrrrr
And I want you here with me from tonight, until the end of time...
You should know-oh, everywhere I go,
You're always on my mind, in my heart, in my soul baby,
You're the meaning in my life..you're the INSPIRATION!
Wanna have you near me, I wanna have you hear me sayin'
No one needs you, more than I need you...." I love you sugar...you sweet thing you!
Okay, enough of the mushy talk. I think you get the idea. According to this guy:

George St. Pierre, he says, "Sugar is a drug, and we become physically addicted to it. Our bodies build up a tolerance and crave more and more. Sugar messes with your insulin levels, which in turn, affect your energy levels." I believe you honey!
So I am going to try to break-up with Sugar for 8 weeks--and see how we are till then. My husband and I have decided its time for a change. A real hard HEALTHY change. When he first told me this idea.. I said, "What-EVER!" Then I showed him "the hand,"and my fleshy arm wiggled, and I realized he was right. We are starting Rushfit! WHOO! And we are starting Monday. We are changing our diet- and working out together in the mornings! How fun! I am trying to get pumped up about it....and I thought I could blog about my experience. Did I mention that George St. Pierre, or G.S.P...or PYT..(pretty young thing) or what I like to call him, (I'm breaking out in song again)
"Sugar, Ah honey honey..
you are my candy girl (or candy trainer..ooh candy!)
and you got me to want to work out!"
I don't want to call him sugar--because I am going to break up with sugar. Ill just call him George. George the trainer. I'm gonna train like a champion. Sting like a bee. Bite like a lion. Strike like a rattlesnake. And...and....be able to fit in my jeans again!! YEAH!!! Let me just say one or two more things. This is going to be VERY HARD for me, and I do not want to quit. I need to make this change in my life. I want it. I need it.
Muhammad Ali