Twas the month after Christmas,
and all through the house,
Nothing would fit me,
not even a blouse.
The dips that I'd nibbled,
the champagne that I'd taste
At the Christmas parties
had gone to my waist.
When I got on the scales
there arose such a number!
When I walked to the store
(less a walk than a lumber),
I'd remember the marvellous meals I'd prepared;
The gravies, potatoes and beef nicely rared,
The wine and the rum balls, the puddings and cheese
And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."
As I dressed myself in my fat pants and 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 smoked salmon 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 kilos have vanished.
I won't eat that ice-cream, not even a lick.
I'll just have to chew on a celery stick.
I won't have hot bread, or chocolate, 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.
Sometimes, we hide our pain in humour, like the above poem, which is funny and true. But being fit and healthy does not mean you have to be hungry, lonesome or lead a boring life.
Do you really want to go another year of not hitting your potential?
How many more days of quiet desperation are you willing to have?
If you do nothing....who will you be letting down?
