Obesity

Obesity

If you don’t control your eating habits, Your eating habits will control you

We tell ourselves lies to rationalize orderin a number 1 through 11

King size this and that when the real king, is sizing me up and I’m wishin there was still another size up

From king size.

My love handles hang over and kids hang from them like monkey bars

On a playground my belly is the trampoline, don’t ask me to chicken fight

On the balance beam when I’m afraid to step on the triple beam.

See these stretch marks are truths that my body is confused at what to eat and what’s useless, but I use food to satisfy my gluttonous excuses.

Please pull thru as I put my body in drive, I still sit motionless as if weighed down

Well of course with all this excess weight and baggage that it makes my mind not only my body grows weary.

I mean I’m heavy so it takes awhile to move forward backward side to side

I look at people inside not worryin about their outsides, and they can do that.

Well cuz they’re skinny.

Anyways as I pull thru 109 mph that’s meals per hour in the fast food lane

Not worryin about the traffic that’ll be flowin out later, because I’m used to waitin for it

On the toilet bowl hater, my body is a junkyard when I should

Treat it like a temple.

Now I’ve seen fat people, when I look in the mirror I pass as 3 people that are fat

Now the mirror she ain’t good to me. Never hidin the truth nothing less than ruth and when I lay down part of me still touches the roof.

Now realizing that gluttony is Satan’s way of holdin me back causin' heart attacks feel so taxin' after every step its time for some super lax, chocolate flavored preferably.

This gluttonous fool who kneels down before you lord…I think I’m on my knees haven’t felt em in years…Any who Lord I am gluttonous and I’m guilty of lovin mommas secret recipe and everyone else’s. 

Like every time I get depressed I eat till I defeat that feeling of being oppressed, and as I began to physically undress, I feel like a jack in the box of Duncan donuts. Round but never full. Gluttony’s baby as Satan spoon-feeds me lies that persuade me to give in.

Lord your revelation is that true gluttony was my dairy queen that gives me a Hardees when I looked at her Hooters. Chick-Fil-a, made my day, when on F.r.i.d.a.y.s. if the thing I worked was my adams apple bees, and finally you showed me that my body is a golden corral that should only search for church’s Chicken.