Got this in my monthly newsletter from the Belly Twins:

New Year's Diet

You know I've tried a million times,
I said with much dismay...
the extra pounds just won't come off,
I hate to go and weigh...

But maybe if I tried right now,
since this is New Years Day...
I'll stop some habits that I've formed,
I'll put the sweets away...

I'll hide the chips and dip and stuff,
that make me go astray...
I'll buy rice cakes and celery sticks,
and eat them through the day...

My sandwich will be lettuce filled,
and turkey, not gourmet...
I'll have some tea with sweet and low,
I know this is the way...

If I can do it for a month,
I know I'll be okay..
I couldn't promise all my life,
but know I can... today!

http://www.medonnabp.com/net/index.htm

Peace,

Neena & Veena
Bellytwins

I liked that..... :thumbsup:

Me, too. *munches Peppermint Aero chocolate bar*

I seriously thought that this was gong to be a joke, that it would end with a humorous twist...... :doh:

Here's a cute one:

Twas The Month After Christmas

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.
All 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!

:rolf:

I love that one, String!!

So true

I owe it all to Google!