Just One Pound - Poem

I was having a nosey through quite a few of the threads the other week and came accross the Very Inspirational Poem about 1 pound. I was telling my Auntie about it and she'd really like to read it.

I've done a search for it bit can't seem to find it.

Can anyone help :sign0009:

Is this the one.

Hello! Do you know me?
If you don't, you should. I'm a pound of fat.
And I am the happiest pound of fat that you would ever want to meet.
Want to know why?
It's because no one ever wants to lose me.
I'm only one pound, just a pound!
Everyone wants to lose three pounds, five pounds, or fifteen pounds, but never only one.
So I just stick around and happily keep you fat.
Then I add to myself, ever so slyly, so that you never seem to notice it.
That is until I've grown to ten, twenty, thirty or even more pounds in weight.
Yes, it's fun being only one pound of fat, left to do as I please.
So, when you weigh in, keep right on saying, "Oh, I only lost one pound."
(As if that were such a terrible thing)
For you see, if you do this, you'll encourage others to keep me around because they'll think I'm not worth losing.
And, I love being around you-your arms, your legs, your chin, your hips and every part of you.
After all, I'm only one pound of fat!!! __________________

Here's another I found ....


by the first day of spring---
I'd be 11 pounds lighter.
I'd have a new spring in my step

by Easter------
I'd be 15 pounds lighter.
I'd be a cuter chick--or bunny

by the first day of summer---
I'd be 24 pounds lighter.
I'd feel so cool !!

by the first day of fall----
I'd be 38 pounds lighter.
Let the pounds fall!!

by Halloween---
I'd be 43 pounds lighter.
No more scale scares for me !

by Thanksgiving--
I'd be 46 pounds lighter.
I'd have so much to be thankful for!

by Christmas---
I'd be 51 pooounds lighter.
Talk about a Merry Christmas!

by New Year's Day---
I'd be 52 pounds lighter.
A new year and a new me

And another!!!!

My appetite is my shepherd; I always want.
It maketh me sit down and stuff myself.
It leadeth me to my refrigerator repeatedly.
It leadeth me in the path of Burger King for a Whopper.
It destroyeth my shape.
Yea, though I knoweth I gaineth, I will not stop eating
For the food tasteth so good.
The ice cream and the cookies, they comfort me.
When the table is spread before me, it exciteth me
For I knoweth that I sooneth shall dig in.
As I filleth my plate continuously,
My clothes runneth smaller.
Surely bulges and pudgies shall follow me all the days of my life
And I shall be "pleasingly plump" forever.​