T’was the Month after Christmas – Diet Funnies

January 4, 2012

Twas the month after Christmas,
and all through the house,
Nothing would fit me,
not even a blouse.
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The cookies I’d nibbled,
the chocolate 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),
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I’d remember the marvellous 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 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 Summer, disguised as a man!”

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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
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 and quietly cry.

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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.

Comments

  1. Hannah Avery says:

    This is funny!

  2. That is exactly how I feel, except I also just had a baby, so I have that too:)…

  3. One of my resolutions was to start cooking healthier for my family… And so far that just means using more fresh and organic foods in the meals I cook.

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