After Christmas weight gain
Twas the Month After Christmas
If you’re still feeling the effects of the holidays, don’t worry; you’re not alone. A friend sent me this little rhyme that a good number of us can probably relate to.
‘Twas 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 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 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!
