An Ode to my WLS

Sep 07, 2010

Here I sit, scared shitless,
Waiting for my W.L.S.,
Knowing that I need it
and tired of the optifast diet.


You see I'm a fatso,
Without out any go-go;
All my weight causes strife
And I want a real life.


To run, bike and climb the stair
Without running out of air;
A time with my family that I care
Of joys of a better life to share.


I know that I will lose my hair
But honestly doin't really care
And take my vitamins each day
For that is the RNY way.


Protein first is the cry
And not to question why;
Then water I must drink
Or else I will surely sink.


I must use carefully my tool
And not treat it like a foold
For if I don't, it is very clear
My pouch will spew without fear.


For this cost is as nothing
For my new life of something.
I look to a stunning life
To Share with my daughter and wife.

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