\u201cWhen what to my wondering eyes should appear but 10 extra pounds on
Hips, Thighs, and Rear!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don’t know about you, but when the reality of every piece of chocolate, toffee, cookie, and pie I consumed over the holidays caught up with me in the form of standing on my scale….well, let’s just say it was kind of the worst….. So I appreciated this fun little post-holiday poem that helped lift my spirits today: <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house
\nNothing would fit me, not even a blouse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The cookies I\u2019d nibbled, the eggnog I\u2019d taste.
\nAll the holiday parties had gone to my waist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I got on the scales there arose such a number!
\nWhen I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber).<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019d remember the marvelous meals I\u2019d prepared;
\nThe gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese
\nAnd the way I\u2019d never said, \u201cNo thank you, please.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I dressed myself in my husband\u2019s old shirt
\nAnd prepared once again to do battle with dirt \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I said to myself, as I only can
\n\u201cYou can\u2019t spend a winter disguised as a man!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So\u2013away with the last of the sour cream dip,
\nGet rid of the fruitcake, every cracker and chip<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
\nTill all the additional ounces have vanished.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I won\u2019t have a cookie\u2013not even a lick.
\nI\u2019ll want only to chew on a long celery stick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\n\n\nI won\u2019t have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,
\nI\u2019ll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m hungry, I\u2019m lonesome, and life is a bore \u2014
\nBut isn\u2019t that what January is for?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.
\nHappy New Year to all and to all a good diet!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2013 Anonymous<\/p>\n\n\n\n
HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone!!! <\/p>\n\n\n\n