I know I ALWAYS talk about my boot camp. Many apologies, I promise the next blog(s) will be about something else--I swear! Okay, since I have already exclaimed my disclaimer...below is a fantastic poem that our boot camp nutritionist/instructor Lisa sent to us:
We've made it through one holiday. Something to think about for the next one.
Twas the day 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 a big 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 disquised as a big 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.
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!!!
I know that you all realize by now that it is much easier to just keep the weight off rather than having to lose it over and over again. Please keep your environment a safe and healthy place to be!
FFF Diva Mo