Found this little poem, and thought it was quite cute! It has been nearly a month since Christmas, and most of us are back to our regular routines. Many of us are trying to stick with our New Year’s Resolutions.
Hopefully, the numbers on the scales are creeping down and you feel healthier and leaner than you did a few weeks ago. Many people are battling colds and the flu, which can slow down the process, but stick with it. Spring is around the corner and it will be time to look FAB-U-LOUS! Be true to yourself, keep the promises that you have made to be a better healthier you and remember, if you fall off, it’s not a fail. It’s a small detour, and you can pick yourself back up and start over again.
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 eggnog I’d taste.
All 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
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!And the way I’d never said, “No thank you, please.”