All About Mii

my blog is filled with lite-devotionals, some thoughts, just stuff from my world

The Month After Christmas

Twas the month 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 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–as I said to myself, as I only can– “You can’t spend a winter disguised as a man!”   SO~away with 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 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 all a good diet!

By~Schwartzie~

I’ve had this poem for quite some time, thought now would be a good time to share it.  ~mii

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January 2, 2010 - Posted by | Uncategorized

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