Good Workout Results: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse

I,
just now,
easily fit
into a waist size 36
pair of Levi 501 jeans
my son last wore
in the summer
of 2011.
(I know
because the Harry Potter ticket
was still in the front pocket).

I guess working
at cleaning house
and doing 10-plus hours
of yard work a day
and drinking
a lot of water
and worrying
really does pay off!

I haven’t fit in size 38 501s
for nearly a decade!

Hey, Coach! Revolutionary IMprov Free Verse Poem

What if,
instead of losing
weight,
I want to grow more
greatness?

What if,/
instead of trimming
my figure,
I want to expand
the world’s knowledge
and insight?

Who will be
my coach,
my trainer,
getting in my face,
screaming at me,
“Once more.
Once more!
You got this.
You got this!
Push it.
Push it!”

In Shape Facebook Selfie: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

His selfie showing/
his tie, belt, and shoes at the/
same time inspires me.

Weight Loss Compliment: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

My mom said: “Move your /
little carcass.” I’ll take that /
as a compliment.

Heading Toward 200 Pounds: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

As I head down toward/
200 pounds, I’m just glad /
I can see the scales.

Jaccuzzi Truth: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

A giant mirror/
around the jaccuzzi says/
I need to work out.

Losing Weight Belt: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

I cut a new hole/
in my dress black belt today./
I am the victor.

Weighted Numbers Weighting: A Revolutionary Poem

135: A number I remember from high school.
170: The number on my wedding day
180: A number I was when I tried — and failed — to negotiate back to
170: The number where I wanted to be to “get more…”
199: A number I was 15 years and 4 kids later.
200: The number where I screamed when I saw it.
210: A number where I stopped looking.
220: The number today when I bought the scale and looked again.
(530): A number of someone who inspired me.
190: A number I’ll gladly go back to.
(X): The number of years I’ll add to my life.