Twas the Month After Christmas!

I over did it this year! Yet again! My holiday eating has yet again taken its toll on my body. I am patiently waiting for the sun to appear through the dreary cloudiness and inversion that graces the Northern Utah skies. Until the sun appears, I will dream of warmer weather so I can go walking/running, enjoy the fresh air and maybe lose some of this holiday weight that I have packed on... I just had to share this darling poem that a dear cousin sent me via email. She always forwards me the cutest stuff. I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I did. Happy dieting to myself and those of you who will be joining me as I try to slim down in 2010!

Twas 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 a Summer, 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.