Thursday, October 10, 2013
Twas the night before Weigh Day, when alone in the house,
The Renegade was restless, sitting there on the couch.
The calories were counted for weeks with great care
In hopes that the number on the scale would be fair.
She worked out long and hard four weeks in a row.
While sweat blurred her vision, her muscles did grow.
With a pain in her legs, she kept pushing through,
And when that day was over, she started anew.
No longer at all the girl she'd once been,
Her mind was made up, she would get thin.
Whether one year or five, as long as it takes,
She will succeed because she knows the stakes.
And so in the morning, another fresh slate,
She'll jump out of bed to check on her weight.
She'll step on so lightly, her eyes held shut tight,
And stand oh so still while she swallows her fright.
She'll slowly look down and open her eyes,
And when the digits sink in, she'll be in surprise.
All her hard work, her sweat, and her tears
Have paid off on this day and demolished her fears.
And she will fight on, like all days before,
Though with a new drive, and a hope that will soar.
Because progress is progress, no matter how small,
And from here, there can be no mountain too tall.