Hello Jenny my old friend I've come to see you once again I love my family and I love my life But in my weight I have encountered strife And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains It is to go to Jenny Now I don't have to go alone I have support right on my phone I read the forums and I check the blog And maybe someday I can start to jog My hunger pains are more than satisfied Don't feel denied With all the food from Jenny Thanks Jenny Craig!
A told B and B told C: Jane bought spanx in a size C! Whoa said D to EFG Jane's at least a D or E Chicka chicka boom boom will there be enough room? Here they come to look and see The spanx are rolled and ready so Jane sat right down to have a go chicka chicka boom boom will there be enough room? Feet are in and now we see! Pull and tug up past the knee Over hips and we're home free Just the bum and tummy, see ... OH NO! Chicka chicka boom boom! Skit skat skootle doot flip flop flee
This week I turned 52 Now I have memories from six different decades. Of course most of those memories centre around Donny Osmond; seriously, give me a year, and I can tell you what Donny was doing. Okay maybe give me a decade. 60s: Singing with his bros and on Andy Williams 70s: “Donny & Marie,” Heart throb and super cute 80s: Re-emergence as total hottie 90s: Joseph and Disney (Mulan) 00s: Johnny Bravo and Dancing with the Stars 10s: Vegas Got married? Donny’s career was quiet.
I was real happy and young and carefree and I lived in a world where my clothes were size three and I thought, "Overweight cannot happen to me!" but then Somehow this year (and it came as a shock) Advice to lose weight came down straight from the Doc Well, I never had ever been too big before Now I hated the mirror and hated the store When I thought to myself "I can't take anymore! my blood pressure's up and my stamina's down And my tops are the size of my grandma's night gown!" So I joined
Here I go with hope and worry gotta hurry gotta get some new food chew food say adieu to food that tastes bad tastes sad food that's had it's sell by date too late check mate to eating bad good day say hey let's play no way we're staying here no fear all gain no pain just hope hold on stay strong hello new day say hey to me
Today I'm posting poems that were written for my birthday back to the drawing board tomorrow! Jane, Jane, Jane! Isn’t it a pain, that your name rhymes with pain? But what kind of pain are we talking about here? Multiple translations make things all weird.
In French, pain is delicious. Also pretty tasty, and occasionally nutritious! Aha! In Dutch you’d still be a pijn. Sooo, nothing lost there, and nothing else to gain. In Danish you’d be smerter But no, that’s not at all right! (Although
Waist, oh waist, where did you go I remember when My belts would go around you and I want that back again Jenny can you help me? This just can't be the end I need to find my waist so I can Use my belts again