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Twas A Month Before Christmas

A poem written by Kim that many will be able to relate to.

Twas a month before Christmas
and what lies ahead?
three weeks of parties,
the baking I dread.

The cookies. The shortbread.
fondue with great dippings
the fruitcake is yucky
but nuts make great pickings.

When children are nestled
all snug in their bed,
the pantry starts calling
treats dance in my head.

Pound cake seems light.
“I’ll check it,” I mutter
300+ fat grams
in one pound of butter?!

TV ads peddle
the grandest new toys.
My daughter wants earings
new sleds for my boys.

Away to the mall
I fly like a flash,
through food courts enroute
to machines for more cash.

The budget is tight now
I’ll pass on my meeting,
but how can I make it
all week without cheating?

The shopping and wrapping
I really don’t mind,
but that leaves less time
to plan and unwind.

When what to my wondering
eyes should appear –
my neighbors have strung out
their lights for the year!

Two weeks till Christmas
my house is still plain.
I wanted to plan meals
not trim in the rain.

Each day I start with the
best of intentions,
but fast food wins out
I’ve got water retention!

The parties are coming
at least two a week –
buffets and hors d’oeuvres
my weight loss looks bleak.

One little cookie,
than two, three and four,
now that I’ve blown it
I’ll just eat some more.

Those people who weigh me
are just but a dream,
and my leader, her name
escapes me it seems.

It’s just not the time
to try this solution.
I’ll wait till the New Year
-- a fresh resolution.

An order on-line
I sit down to send,
when I find in my e-mail
a note from a friend.

She’s lost two more pounds
she’s written to tell.
she missed me at weigh in
and hopes that I’m well.

She says that I’ve helped her
so often it seems
when she wasn’t feeling
like she’d reach her dream.

She knows I’ve been busy
but wanted to say
my health was more crucial
than this holiday.

I sit and remember
how far I have come –
thirty pounds, thunder thighs
flabby arms, half my bum!

With firm resolution
I plan out my day,
grab my keys, leave a note
and head on my way.

I speak not a word
but go straight to the gym.
I’ll no longer skip it
nor eat on a whim.

The air seems much clearer
my world is alright.
I’ll get through the season
I’ll finish this fight.

And I think to myself
as I go to bed sighing,
“I’ll stop losing weight
the day I stop trying.”

A Happy, Healthy Holiday
from Kim
www.kimbensen.com

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