Twas the month after Christmas and all thru the house, nothing would fit me. Not even a blouse. The cookies I'd nibbled, The chocolate I'd tasted at the holiday parties Had gone to my waist. When I got on the scales There arose such a number! When I walked to the store less walk then a lumber. I'd remember the marvellous meals I'd prepared; The gravies and saices and the beef nicely rared, The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese And the way I'd never said, No thank you, please." As I dressed myself in my husbands old shirt And prepared once again to do battle with dirt... I said to myself, as only I can, You can't spend a summer, disguised as a man. So, away with the last of the sour cream dip. Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip. Every last bit of food that I like, must be banished Till all the additional ounces have vanished. I won't have a biscuit, not even a lick. I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick. I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie. I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry. I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore... But isn't that what January is for? Unable to giggle, no longer a riot. Happy New Year to all, and to all, a good diet.
Donna, That is pretty funny. I actually was sick for the whole month and it was a pretty good diet. nothing was real tasty. I think we had the "flu B" here. It makes for a long month of coughing and blowing. I am glad I don't have any extra to lose now, but it isn't a good way to do it.
haha It's like that poem was written for me!! I've been behaving myself this week, but it is going to take a lot of work to get to the weight I was before the holidays!
