You know, I'm fat. I'm fat; you know it. I like candy, and I don't know whether I'd rather be having an order of bacon or whether I'd rather be having a basket of garlic bread. These dreams go on when I close my eyes: Eat it, eat it. I'm my own worst enemy.
(I know, I know, I know, I know, I know. You must think that I'm just crazy. I'm actual-size. But I seem much bigger to me!)
So I'm going to make a change for once in my life. It's going to feel real good - going to make a difference! I woke up this morning and something had changed, like a room in my house had just been rearranged. I'm tired of wasting my precious time. I'm weaker than a [wo-]man should be. It's too much, my body.
"How can I be strong?" I've asked myself. If we don't take action now, there's a chance we may fall apart before too long. My clothes don't fit me no more, and every day I fight a war against the mirror.
There's no more excuses. In the evening, on a black [well, green] bicycle I will ride. Unbelievable; I want to ride my bike! Everyone strapped in tight, my baby behind me, the wind in my face.
Don't get me wrong. There's no easy way; it gets harder each day.
Tonight...
I can't catch my breath...
I'm way past the point of recovery...
And, oh, the pain - how it hurts...
Is it worth the time? Is it worth the price? Only time will tell. I'm finding it hard to believe, but, Baby, I know you're worth it!
