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Twas the night before Thanksgiving

Twas the night before Thanksgiving and in my sleep. Strange dreams in my mind, began to creep. Thanksgiving leftovers beckoned - the dark meat and white, But I fought the temptation with all of my might. Tossing and turning with anticipation, The thought of a snack became infatuation, Up to the kitchen I did race, Flung open the door, And gazed at the fridge full of goodies galore. I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes, Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes. I felt myself swelling so plump and so round, Till all of a sudden, I rose off the ground! I crashed through the ceiling. Floating into the sky, With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie, But I managed to yell as I soared past the trees. HAPPY EATING TO ALL! PASS THE CRANBERRIES PLEASE!    — snicklefritz (posted on November 23, 2000)

November 23, 2000
This is cute! Yes, it is(n't) funny, when we're on a diet how we even dream of food.
   — [Anonymous]

November 23, 2000
How WONDERFUL!!!!!! I can surely relate. Just recently food has been pushed down on my list of necessities. It is wonderful to be able to joke, and even talk about food. I was always a closet binger. I wouldn't dare ever tell someone that I was hungry!!! Have a very happy holiday season, and beyond -
   — CohenHeart

November 23, 2000
I love it!!! I do remember those days-hehehe I just returned from our Thanksgiving potluck at church and for the first time I was able to enjoy the food and company. A cranberry (yes just one) was ok for a taste. Other items were either wonderful for just a very little taste or just to smell it. It was wonderful.
   — molly1226

November 23, 2000
I LOVE this poem! I guess my last response sounded negative, but I did NOT mean for it to be. I thought this poem is very cute. Gosh, I didn't mean to "sound" so negative. It's just that when I'm on a diet I really DO dream I eating everything I'm not supposed to eat. I still dream I smoke and I quit smoking 10 years ago.
   — Betty Todd

November 23, 2000
OMG, and to think a teaspoonful of this and that could make me as miserable as third helpings did last year! My brother told me I used to be the last to get up from the table, and tonight, he could believe how little was on my plate. Well, I survived it, and didn't even have a bite of pumpkin pie...(never liked it much anyway, hehehe).
   — Allie B.

November 25, 2000
What a cute poem! I entertained family at my house this year (12 of them plus my two daughters and I). We had the usual spread, and I could not get over the quantity of food. I found myself staring at everyone else's heaping plates, some on their third serving. I couldn't get over the gluttony, though I was right there with them last year. I had one bite of all my favorites, and that was it. While everyone else was unbuttoning their pants and moaning from discomfort in front of the football game, I was strolling around the yard with the cats. <br><br>Of course, some of my family are also morbidly obese, and I felt the jealousy come through. My sister and mother were joking in front of everyone about my limited cooking abilities. I responded, "I'm a scholar, not a chef." Although most found it a harmless comment, I knew it was said out of jealousy. Some of them, whom I haven't seen since last Thanksgiving, didn't even MENTION my weight loss. I'm sorry---how can you miss a 110 lb loss?! I started to get mad, but then decided I am too thankful for the second chance I've been given at life. I'm learning to be proud of myself, without the accolades of others. I hope everyone had a blessed holiday.
   — [Deactivated Member]

December 5, 2000
Thank you thank you !! I really needed a laugh and you gave me several.
   — Marcia T.