January

Happy January
It’s the month after Christmas, and all through the house nothing would fit me, not even a blouse. the cookies I’ve nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste and the holiday-parties have gone to my waist.When I got on the scales, there arose such a number! When I walk in the street, it is like a lumber! I remember the marvellous meals I’ve prepared,the gravies and sauces and beef, nicely rare,the wine and the rum-balls, the bread and the cheese and the way I’ve never said: "NOTHING FOR ME, PLEASE!" As I dressed myself in my husband’s old shirt and prepared once again for the battle with dirt,I said to myself, as only I can:"You can’t spend another season dressed as a man! So away with the last of sour cream dip, get rid of the fruit-cake, every cracker and chip! Every last bit of the food that I like must be banished till all the additional fat-rolls have vanished!
I won’t have a pudding, not even a lick,I’ll only chew on a long celery stick!I won’t have any biscuits, or sweet 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 it that what January is for? Unable to giggle, life is no longer a riot,
So: HAPPY NEW YEAR, and to all a good diet!