Double Chin

i know not what i look like, 
when i'm looking in.
it's always the other side of me
that's staring back again.

when i'm working out a lot
and trying to get thin,
i'm beginning from the fat place
to work my way back in.

no matter how much weight i lose 
beneath my roll-y chin,
i can only see the jiggle,
staring back again.

then one day it hits me,
and i realize with a grin,
the plumpness is all over now;
i'm back to trim again!

for i am slim and i am spry,
my old clothes fit again.
they slip right on, i'm looking good,
as if it's always been.

then i begin my wobble, 
having pizza, cake, and gin,
but i'm blind and unaware,
the tide has turned again.

eating more and running less,
more and more i binge.
putting on my socks is tough,
i'm out of breath again.

and in denial i smile and strut,
a big guy on the mend. 
always the other side of me 
—that's looking back again.