for all those like me who's regular new years resolution is to lose weight i have found a funny little poem that i may print out and stick on the cupboard and fridge doors
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 had 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 only I 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, each cracker and chip!
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
'Til all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie - not even a lick!
I'll want only to chew on a celery stick.
I won't have hot biscuits or cornbread 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!
Becky
www.ticketyboo-jewellery.co.uk
