"Twas the week after Christmas

My friend sent this to me in an email. Thought it was too cute and TRUE not to share!

Twas the Week After Christmas
(Author Unknown)

'Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the house

Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.

The cookies I'd nibble, 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 sweets and the fudge, 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 battle the dirt...

I said to myself, as I only can "You can't spend a winter dressed like a man!"

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

Get rid of the cookies, 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 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 Years to All and to All a Good Diet