12/01/2010 by admin.

I was sent this poem today and thought it was rather appropriate.  Thanks Claire.  ‘

Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house,
Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.  
The cookies I’d nibbled, the chocolate 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 marvellous 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, pleas.”
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 Summer, 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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12/01/2010 by admin.

Let’s try again for the Reservoir for Saturday’s boot camp to be held at 10 am.

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