We thought this little poem might bring a smile to your face, as you join us on another journey for another year….and you never know, this could be the year that we finally chuck the scales!!

T’was 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 had gone straight to my waist.

The wine, the mince pies, the bread and the cheese…..

I should have just said, “no thank you, please.” .. .

So as I dressed myself in my husbands old clothes,

I stood on the scales and wailed as they rose!

I said to myself, as only I can,

“you can’t spend the year disguised as a man!” …

So away with the last of that sour-cream dip,

get rid of the chocolates, every cracker and crisp.

Every last morsel of tasty food must be banished

’til all those additional ounces have vanished.

I won’t have a cookie, not even a lick,

instead I’ll chew on a long celery stick.

I won’t have that danish, or chocolates, 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’s for?”

Unable to giggle, no longer a riot,

Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!