Here's an oldie but goodie...hope it isn't the reality for any of my SparkFriends but if it IS, please feel free to join us in the Panther den for Biggest Loser Challenge 24. Click here to join:
Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the house,
Nothing would fit me - not even a blouse!
The cookies I'd nibbled, the cake that I'd taste,
food at parties have 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 remembered the marvelous meals I'd prepared.
The gravies, the sauces and beef nicely rared.
The wine and the rum-balls; the bread and the cheese,
The way I never said "No thanks BUT yes please".
As I dressed myself in my husband’s old shirt,
I prepared once again to fit in my skirt.
I said to myself, as only I can:"You can't spend the winter, dressed as a man!"
SO------------away with the last of the favorite dips,
get rid of the fruit cake, crackers and chips.
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished,
'till all the additional pounds have all vanished.
I won't have a cookie-------not even a lick,
I'll smile and chew a celery stick!
I won't have hot puddings, bread or pie;
I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry....
"I'm hungry, I'm lonesome and this diet's a bore!"
But isn't that what January is put there for?
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot,
"Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!"