Thursday, January 27, 2011
THE MONTH AFTER CHRISTMAS!
'Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house, nothing would fit me, not even a blouse. The cookies I nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste at the holiday parties had gone to my waste.
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 say "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 I can, "You can't go spend all winter disguised as a man!"
So--away with the last of the sour cream dip, get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and every chip. Every last bit of food that I like must be vanished 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 or 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!!!!!!!!!