A friend sent this to me and I thought it was pretty humerous and would share.....
The Week After Christmas
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'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 - more a lumber)
I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared; The gravies and sauces
and beef nicely rared,
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, 'Til 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
Unable to giggle, no longer a riot -
Happy New Year to all
and to all a good diet!
Have a wonderful 2010!