Twas the Day After Christmas

I hope all of you had a marvelous Christmas Holiday!  For me it was a marvelous day because we were able to be together as a family, with my son joining us on Skype.  It was amazing to see his sweet smiling face on the video.  It was also fun to watch he and his sister reconnecting, talking in their secret language to each other and cracking up over their inside jokes.  As a mom its one of the best feelings in the world to see your kids being best friends with one another.  That made my Christmas for certain.

What didn’t make my Christmas was the amount of food I have consumed over the last week.  Good heavens I was out of control with the boxes and boxes of goodies delivered to our home…they just kept coming and coming and I felt obligated to at least try them all…after all, I didn’t want to offend anyone who had been kind enough to send us something 🙂 ….and so I just kept eating and eating until I sit here feeling sick as a dog in my oversized sweat pants, which are about the only thing I can fit in to at this point!  You know you’ve been bad when you find yourself giving thanks for elastic waist bands in your evening prayers…yeah, it’s that bad….

And so TOMORROW my diet begins…which means I had better go polish off the homemade chocolate turtles that just came in the mail from Grandma Anderson TONIGHT!  After all, she went to a lot of trouble to make them herself and I wouldn’t want to be ungrateful 😉

Here is a cute poem I came across that does a great job of illustrating exactly how I feel tonight.  I am not sure who wrote this, but it’s darling!  Enjoy it and have a great weekend everyone!

Twas the day after   Christmas, and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.The cookies I’d   nibbled, the eggnog 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   marvelous 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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