"The Month After Christmas!"

This caught my eye, and is worth a read....now I'm not suggesting it relates 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!

Then 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.