Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house,
nothing would fit me, not even a blouse,
the stuffing I'd nibbled, the turkey I'd taste,
the yummies I'd eaten, gone straight to my waist.
The wine and the mince pies, the bread and the cheese....
I should have just said...."no, thank you, please"...
So as I dressed myself in my boyfriends old shirt..
I could'nt believe my bottom and belly......The GIRTH!!!.....
I said to myself, as only I can
"You can't spend the year 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 the food that I like must be banished,
til all the additional ounces have vanished.
I won't have a cookie, not even a lick,
instead I'll chew on a long celery stick.
I wont have irish coffees, or chocolates or pies....
I'll much on a carrott and quietly cry...
I'm hungry, I'm lonesome and life is a bore...,
but isn't that what Januarys for????
Unable to giggle, yes only to jiggle, no longer a riot.....
Happy New Year to all and to all a Good Diet.....
For those who are affected by this rant, you can ring the special diet helpline 808080028...Which translates..ate nothing, ate nothing, ate nothing,nothing to ate....
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