Not Too Short Not Too Sweet

Waking up too soon, too late. Maybe by six, maybe by eight. Like life there is an ebb and flow. But six, you need some good ol' joe. A quarter after, on my way. Up off my ass to greet the day. You see in today's modern realm. Our laptop is our new age helm. So here I sit with my fitbit. Inspired to move, after I .... . Get up and prance on my Gazelle. To ring that 10,000 step bell. The Doc says I have to lose weight. So better at six, too late at eight. And sweets, I have to cut down on. Forgive me, if I wear a frown. Butt, :) I want to look my very best. I know, that I go on in jest. Butt, :) we all know that it's no joke. That's why I no longer drink Coke. Eh, sometimes. :) Note: I apologize for the crass language, butt, :) sometimes you just have to go with the rhyme. :/ :) <3 I await Poetrysoup's response. lol P.S. *** rhymes with gas. That was Poetrysoup, not me. :) Told ya'. :) lol