I originally posted this in 2016 and have already reblogged it, but being aware that there was a SW group weigh in this morning, I expect this is ringing true for many.
I got on the scales this morning and it was not good…… not good at all. Not only have I put on a few pounds, I am way out of target and really have to go some (being sensible not starving myself as that never works) to pull it back for Sunday’s text in.
All the collars and socks in the world does not make me feel better actually.
Because it was there
Excuses rang across the hall,
Gains in weight had befallen all,
Down to a single judgement call:
Put simply, Because It Was There.
Sweets and cakes and savouries,
Chocolate Santas and novelties,
Candy canes hung on Christmas Trees,
It became too much to bear.
Should’ve left it on the shelf,
Or put the blame on that blessed Elf,
Never the fault of one’s inner self,
Temptation’s a cruel friend.
Could’ve shared and split the pot,
Passed round the tin, not scoffed the lot,
On your face, do I see a spot?
Why bother to lie and pretend.
It was there, and you fancied some,
That’s OK, if you can stop at one,
Not keep going until there’s none…
No wonder the scales took fright!
But you’re not alone if truth be told,
We need extra layers as we grow old
To battle the winters chills and cold,
(And assume the reading’s not right).