"Thin, Where The Hell Have You Been?"

I don't know why,
but this scale makes me sick.
Spinning around to 110,
this has to be a magic trick.

I look away from the dial,
and then I step off.
Making a deal with myself,
over the weight not yet lost.

100's the goal,
just ten pounds down the drain.
They say "thin is in",
so I can handle the pain.

The food, I ignore.
I will not let it win.
Once I was smaller,
"Thin, where have you been?"

I know I can do it,
I've done it before.
I kept track of the pounds,
like it was my score.

I would step on the machine,
but I always would lose.
Because I'd not lost enough,
so I deny myself food.

When I hit 100,
I'll keep my foot on the pedal.
Always driving downhill,
til I look a bit better.

Now, it seems I let go,
and that's almost a sin.
Here comes my spiral,
"Thin, where have you been?"