This says it all

                                               THE WEEK AFTER CHRISTMAS 
                                                          -Author unknown-
                        'Twas the week after Christmas, and all through the house
                                         Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse
                                    The cookies I '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 then a lumber).

                            I'd remeber the maarvelous meals I'd prepared:
                            The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rare,
                   
                                The rum balls, the bread and the cheese
                        And the way I'd never said, "No thankyou, please"

                                As I dressed myself in my husbands old shirt
                               And prepared again to do battle with dirt

                                          I said to myself, as only I can
                              "You can't spend the winter disguised as a man!"

                                   So away with the last of the sour cream dip,
                                 Get rid of the fruitcake, every cracker and chip

                             Every last bit of food that I like must be banished
                                 'Till all the additional ounces have vanquished

                                     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!