'TWAS THE WEEK AFTER CHRISTMAS
by Tom Damron
'Twas The Week After Christmas
'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 Remembered The Marvelous Meals I Prepared...
The Gravies And Sauces And Beef Nicely Rared.
The Wine And The Rum Balls, The Bread And The Cheese,
And The Way I 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 Fruit Cake, Every Cracker And Chip.
Every Last Bit Of Food That I Like Must Be Banished,
Until 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 Year To All!!!
.....And To All A Good Diet.
Wendy: Try the free site - myfitnesspal.com
All you do is login whatever you ate, it gives you the low down on the calories (as well as fats, sugar, salt, etc.) that you've had all day.
Really keeps me on track -- mostly at night when I know I've eaten my fair share already! Grin!