Twas the month after Christmas,

and all through the house,
Nothing would fit me,
not even a blouse.

The cookies I'd nibbled,
and the chocolate I'd taste
at Christmas and New Year 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 Summer, disguised as a man!"

So, away with the last of the sour cream dip.
Get rid of the fruit cake, every mince pie 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 chocolate, 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.

ditto

hahahahaaaaaaaaa !!!!

Good one!!!

True...sad, but true :roll:

I should hang that on my fridge. Thanks.

That's a good one and unfortunately so right

That was good. Would you mind if I posted it on the weight loss thread?

SOOOOO true~

I wish I had written that, It certainly applies!

lol
That just about sums it up!
Well said.

Ah, yes, Me too!

Amen.

I am right there with you:)

thanks for sharing that with us

I love it!!!!!

Too bad my printer is out of ink or I'd print it up right now!!!!

LOL so true.. :D