Twas the Month After Christmas

[RDCARRIE@aol.com]

I got a kick out of this...and it's endurance related, since I broke the news 
to my new horse today that we're doing our first ride together this coming 
Saturday, and he promptly gave me a look that said, "And you expect me to 
pack you and all of those holiday goodies clinging to your hips HOW far???"  
<G>

Dawn (treading mud in Texas, but thankful that it's not ice!!)


'Twas The Month After Christmas & I Ate Too Much
> > >
> > >'Twas the month 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!
> >