I recently received this poem via email  and had to share it with the Healthful Direction community.

Are you now regretting you holiday indulgences?  Do you wish you could take back all those times you dove into the cookie jar?  Have you been scolding yourself daily for the bottles of red wine that were consumed in December?

The below poem is one you will enjoy…even if you did not overindulge during the end of 2009, you will find it quite humorous.

Can you relate?

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 chocolate I’d taste

At the holiday parties had gone to my waist

When I got on the scale 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 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 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 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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