Twas the month after Christmas,

and all through the house,

Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.


The cookies I'd nibbled,

the chocolate I'd taste

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 a walk than a lumber),



I'd remember the marvellous meals I'd prepared;

The gravies and sauces and 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 husband's old shirt

And prepared once again to do battle with dirt...

I said to myself, as I only can,

"You can't spend a winter, 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 cookie, 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.

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How true!!!

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Julie
http://www.lifeinthenhs.wordpress.com

I agree completely. LOL!