A Poem for January

[St Ives]

'Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house

Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.

The stuffing I'd nibbled, the turkey I'd taste The yummies I'd eaten gone straight to my waist.

The wine and the mince pies,

The bread and the cheese

I should have just said, "No thank you, please."

So as I dressed myself in my boyfriend's old shirt, I couldn't believe my bottom and belly- the girth!

I said to myself, as only I can,

"You can't spend the year 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 'Til all the additional ounces have vanished.

I won't have a cookie, not even a lick.

Instead I'll chew on a long celery stick.

I won't have Irish coffees, or chocolates, or pie, I'll munch on a carrot and quietly I'll cry: "I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore- But isn't that what January's for?"

Unable to giggle, no longer a riot,

Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!

For those who are affected by this poem you can ring the special diet helpline on the following number:

808080028 (Ate Nothing, Ate Nothing, Ate Nothing, Nothing to Ate)!

Sent to me by a friend - wonder what she trying to tell me heheheeee

[abbey]

:wah: :wah: I know the feeling.

[orangesox1]

Yep, I can relate to that, I am on a really stict diet till I lose some kilos, I hope by March I can fit all my old clothes, I want to go out but nothing looks good on me right now so I'm staying home till my clothes fit me again.

[chonsigirl]

I gained 2 pounds over Christmas, which I need to keep, but feel it slowly fading away with the work schedule.

*looking for leftover candy canes to much on*