January Blues...

I received this poem thru email, and thought it was so cute i would share it with all of you! T'was 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 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 the winter disguised as a man!"

So, away went the last of the sour cream dip.

got 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!