work work work

and today is my day off so did housework, a change is as good as a holiday they say....fibbers.

Been extremely busy week at office, I have decided I am jacking it in end of April, save up for our holiday and then that is it. Will be then down to only one job, did have 5 this time last year, won't it be bliss. Hopefully I'll have enough enegry then to look after the house and god I might even get some garden done. So 18 more weeks.

Had a nice phone call from my son this morning...probably the best talk we have ever had. Felt so good I can tell you, got off the phone and felt puffed up and pumped.

My days have been going well foodwise then at night I blow it and pig out on something bad.
I am not going to eat bad tonight I have had some cheeries and I am not having anything else.

Biked to work everyday last week. Tomorrow I have lawns to mow so that will be my exercise. Also have to bake something for morning tea Monday morning at work.

'TWAS THE MONTH AFTER CHRISTMAS:

T'was 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!!!