Twas The Week After Christmas…

Twas the week after Christmas, when all through the house,

Not a creature was living healthy, not even a mouse.

The stockings were fast packed away for next year,

With hopes that the candy contents would soon disappear.

The “children” were socializing rather than in bed,

While visions of snowboards and books and XBox games danced in their heads.

And mamma in her calf sleeve, no cardio with that,

Lay down on the couch for an afternoon nap.

The stresses of shopping were over at last,

Replaced by the food porn which had her aghast:

The candy, the cookies, the chips and the dips,

The breads and the ‘taters all passed through her lips.

The pie and the cheesecake, sat lonely a while,

‘Til both were sliced into, to add to the pile.

And the food just kept following wherever she went,

Packaged and gifted, with best of intent.

Twas the week after Christmas, when all through the house,

A woman was hiding junk food from herself.

The binge-fest was over, as sure as it came,

Swept out of the house with a small bit of shame.

The “dieter” reclaimed the menu and pantry,

With visions of healthy eating making her anticipatory and antsy.

She sprang to her feet, to her team did decree:

“Clean up all this crap stuff, we’re now holiday free.”

And away she did fly with a vacuum in hand,

To clean up the crumbs from where they tended to land.

To box up the ornaments, away ’til next year,

When again holiday excess will fill her with fear.

Happy New Year to all, with the food out of sight,

As we get back on plan and we fight the good fight.