T�was the week 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

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 stores (less a walk more a lumber).

I remembered the marvellous meals I�d prepared;

The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared.

The wine and rum balls, the bread and the cheese.

And the way I 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 the winter 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

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!!