Looking a little fatter after all that food!

Came across this poem, and thought I would share it with you!

T'was 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
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 shop ( less a walk more a lumber).


I'd remember the marvellous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared.


The wine and the rum ball, 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 only I 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
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 fresh 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!


So last night we had chicken and bacon casserole with crispy rosemary dumplings, and two glasses of red wine!!