
Here are the songs we have gotten so far…hope I remembered all of them!
We are having a blast on the forums…being nice and a little naughty.
Next weigh in will be on the 30th of June.
Hope you enjoy them!
FiestyKitty Kama
“Oh sporty bra, oh sporty bra,
You keep my girls from hitting my jaw,
You are so tight, I cannot breathe,
You are so firm, no jiggles to see.
Oh sporty bra, oh sporty bra,
I was could breathe, I would be in awe!!
Sung to the tune of “Oh Tannenbaum”
ANNIE(to the tune of o christmas tree)
O SKINNY PANTS
O SKINNY PANTS
O SKINNY PANTS
HOW I LONG TO WEAR THEEO SKINNY PANTS
O SKINNY PANTS
HOW I WISH I WAS TINYALL ALONG YOU JUST HANG
KNOWING HOW FOOD IS TO BLAMEO SKINNY PANTS
O SKINNY PANTS HOW I LONG TO WEAR THEE!!!!!
Dee Wogging thru the neighborhood,
Around the blocks I go,
Boy this feels so good,
I think I’ll do some mo! Sweats run done my chin,
It’s dripping on the ground,
Oh just another step or 2,
And I can turn around. Hey!Sweat and groan,
Sweat and groan,
Hope I lose some weight,
Oh what fun it is to wog,
It’s got me feeling great!Sweat and groan,
Sweat and groan,
Hope I lose some weight,
Oh what fun it is to wog,
It’s got me feeling GREAT!!! sandy The Christmas Sports Bra
(to the tune of ‘Jingle Bells’)Dashing down the lane
There will be no more pain,
No more sudden stops
Caused by booby flops.I got a brand new bra
The kind that holds you snug.
Keeps the girls in place
And no dang straps to tug.Oh,Jiggle Boobs
Jiggle Boobs
Jiggle all the way
Oh what fun it is to run
With you safely tucked away.There’s another version for guys re: athletic supporters and jiggle ba… well, that’s for another post.
Jammie New size shopping Trip!!
(tune of jingle bells)Dashing through the mall
On a new size shopping trip
Over the racks we go
Laughing all the way
Skinny now we feel
Making my spirits bright
Oh what fun it is to say “oh that’s just way too big”Down a size, Down a size, Down a size todayOh how fun it is to shop
On a new size shopping trip!!
sandy T’was the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a mouse.In my red satin nightie
I crept down the stairs
Looking for solice
In the form of eclairs.I knew it was wrong,
I tried to hold back
But there, on the shelf
Was that white paper sack!I flew through the air
Like a bird on the wing.
I could smell those eclaires,
I heard angels sing. Just as I reached out my trembling hand,
What did my wondering eyes see?
A heavenly band
Of BuddySlim buddies, all looking at me. I stopped in mid-flight
And dropped to the floor.
Thank God for my buddies,
They saved me once more! LINDA Old Christmas song:Merry Christmas to me
I am bigger than the tree
I’m not very fun
away from me the scales runNew Christmas song:Merry Christmas to me
We have such a large tree
When I stand in front of it
You can see that it’s litMerry Christmas to me
How happy I can be
There is way less of me
for all to see Sabine
The Christmas diet song
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all round my hips were Fannie May candies that sneaked past my lips.
Fudge brownies were stored in the freezer with care in hopes that my thighs would forget they were there.
While Mama in her girdle and I in chin straps had just settled down to sugar-borne naps.
When out in the pantry there arose such a clatter I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the kitchen I flew like a flash tore open the icebox then threw up the sash.
The marshmallow look of the new-fallen snow sent thoughts of a binge to my body below.
When what to my wandering eyes should appear: a marzipan Santa with eight chocolate reindeer!
That huge chunk of candy so luscious and slick I knew in a second that I’d wind up sick.
The sweet-coated Santa, those sugared reindeer I closed my eyes tightly but still I could hear; On Pritzker, on Stillman, on weak one, on TOPS a Weight Watcher dropout from sugar detox.
From the top of the scales to the top of the hall now dash away pounds now dash away all. Dressed up in Lane Bryant from my head to nightdress my clothes were all bulging from too much excess. My droll little mouth and my round little belly they shook when I laughed like a bowl full of jelly. I spoke not a word but went straight to my work ate all of the candy then turned with a jerk.And laying a finger beside my heartburn I gave a quick nod toward the bedroom I turned. I eased into bed, to the heavens I cry if temptation’s removed I’ll get thin by and by.And I mumbled again as I turned for the night in the morning I’ll starve . . . ’til I take that first bite.
Chrisie
All I want for Christmas…
All I want for Christmas is to touch my toes
To cross my legs, and wear nice clothes,
Gee, if I could only get to onderland,
Then I would have a “Merrier Christmas.”
It seems so long since I would say,
Hey how’d you like to take a pic of me?
Gosh, oh gee, how happy I’d be
If there was only less of me!.
All I want for Christmas is to pass this test,
To look my best, and that’s no jest,
Gee, if I could only get to onderland,
Then I would have a “Merrier Christmas.”
All I have to do is learn to jog,
To write my blog , and not forget to log,
Gee, then I know I WILL get to onderland,
And I will have a “Merrier Christmas.”
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