'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 cakes and the pies, the bread and the cheese And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please." As I dressed myself in an old oversized 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 fruitcake, 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 only 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!
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Oh, and just so there is no misunderstanding, I take no credit for authoring the above - it was forwarded via email.
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Oh that's great....though I'm still tempted to take that untouched Pumpkin Pie out of the freezer and "go to town". I'm positive there's whip cream in there as well. Mmmmm.... Christina
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That's really funny!!!!! I don't know how people can stick to diets though....I don't think I've ever really dieted in my life....I love food too much....
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