Cold.

Dark.

Blah.

But…this should cheer you up (or maybe it’s just me who needs de-blah’d?)

You know how I love poems and ‘Twas the Night Before Chirstmas knock-offs? Well, here’s one that I found in my friend Renee’s ezine (submited to Renee by Monica.) Renee is a weight loss expert and has a new podcast show called “Inside Out Weight Loss: Aligning Mind, Body and Spirit for Lasting Change.” (If you have “lose wieght” on your mind or list of resolutions be sure to check out her show here.)

And if you just want to share in a chuckle with me, here comes the latest in a long string  of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas knock-offs. 😉

Twas the month after Christmas and all thru 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 punch and the candy, the bread and the cheese
And the way I’d not 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 ride of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip.
Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
’til 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!