To Count Or Not To Count

They tell me to count my steps
I count them every day
I walk up the stairs
I count them
Ponder over steps I forgot to count
Get dismayed
Will start the next day

They say there are apps that count steps
Download them they say
Buy a contraption it measures the distance they say
Measures the duration
Measures the burned calories
I listen to them
Download the app instead
Walk, walk faster, walk slower, walk faster, jog, run, stroll
Breathe heavily
Shallow breathing
Sweating
You get the drift
The app records the steps

Need to burn the fat
Need to tone down
Cut back on greasy stuff
No sweets
Wine is fine
Gonna walk the talk
I don’t want to tank the resolution (2019’s flavor)
Wanna wear the tank top

I walk
I walk
I count
Flab stays put
App counts the burned calories
Seriously
What about the weight loss?

I pant and count
Want to don the pants
Zip doesn’t meet
Elastic is the answer
Elastic breaks
Walk
Walk
Walk
Count
Math is the answer
Algebra not my forte

Weighing scales not my cuppa
I want the damn cuppa
Tea is a good pal
Go green they say
Green removes fat
Try something else
Eliminate food in favor of formula
Tastes yuck
Nothing works

Bust getting bigger
Guys appreciative
I walk
I walk
Dance a bit
Butt jiggles
I giggle

The app works
The walk does the trick
Twist and turn
Walk and burn
Calories burn
Count the steps
Count the steps
Like a chant

Sleep patterns improve
No more counting sheep for me
One, two, six, nine, fifty, hundred
Steps do the trick

The end

Tomorrow is another day
Count

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