Re: the Day After Christmas

[Guest guest]

That's cute, Darlene.

 

Elaine

 

The Week After Christmas

 

'Twas 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 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--- I said to myself, as I only can " You can't spend a winter disguised as a man! "

So--away with the 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 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!

 

[Guest guest]

It is cute, but I think we need to change the way we think about food. Less about diet and more about lifestyle.

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To: thefatmanwalking_group Sent: Sun, January 3, 2010 11:33:20 AMSubject: Re: the Day After Christmas

That's cute, Darlene..

Elaine

On Sat, Jan 2, 2010 at 2:19 PM, Darlene Barros <barrosdhughes (DOT) net> wrote:

The Week After Christmas

'Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the houseNothing would fit me, not even a blouse. The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd tasteAt 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 cheeseAnd the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please." As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirtAnd prepared once again to do battle with dirt--- I said to myself, as I only can"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!" So--away with the 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 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!

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Oh good grief - ain't it the truth! I gained 4 pounds in 2 weeks. Those were the same 4 pounds I put on over Thanksgiving. I worked so hard to get them off before Christmas. Then those dasderdly Christmas cookie began. UGH. No self control with those.

So, yesterday we started off the New Year with a lovely 10k trail race in Hayward CA. I WASN'T LAST! Whoo hoo! BPrincess Ruby 2-Shoes, CGC, CL1, CL 2/R,H,S, CL3-RInside me is a thin woman screaming to get out but I keep her sedated with chocolatePlease Adopt Your Next Pet

Subject: the Day After ChristmasTo: barrosd@...Date: Saturday, January 2, 2010, 2:19 PM

The Week After Christmas

'Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the houseNothing would fit me, not even a blouse. The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd tasteAt 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 cheeseAnd the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please." As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirtAnd prepared once again to do battle with dirt--- I said to myself, as I only can"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!" So--away with the 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 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!

[Guest guest]

Oh goodness yes. It is fuel and not fun. But Christmas cookies? Well, they are the devil! LOL BPrincess Ruby 2-Shoes, CGC, CL1, CL 2/R,H,S, CL3-RInside me is a thin woman screaming to get out but I keep her sedated with chocolatePlease Adopt Your Next Pet

The Week After Christmas

'Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the houseNothing would fit me, not even a blouse. The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd tasteAt 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 cheeseAnd the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please." As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirtAnd prepared once again to do battle with dirt--- I said to myself, as I only can"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!" So--away with the 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 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!

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