[senco-forum] January Condition

TWAS THE MONTH AFTER CHRISTMAS

Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.

The biscuits I'd nibbled, just for the taste
Had all dropped straight to my waist.

When I walked to my weigh class in a daze and a slumber
and got on the scales there arose such a number!:(

I remembered the marvellous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,

Then came the wine, the bread and the cheese
And I'd never say, No, definitely yes please.

As I dressed myself in my partner's old shirt
And prepared once again to do battle with dirt---
I said to myself, as I only can
"You can't spend all Summer disguised as a man!"

So-away with the last of the sour cream dips,
Get rid of the fruit cake, crackers and chips.
All party food in the house must be banished
Till all the additional ounces have vanished!!!

I won't have a biscuit-not even a lick.
I'll only chew on a celery stick.
I won't have hot scones, or fruit pie, or a cake,
I'll munch on a carrot - for the goodness sake.

I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore---
But isn't that what January is for?
Unable to laugh, it's no longer a riot.
Happy New Year to you and to all a good diet!