‘Twas the night before Christmas (For Dieters)

Lady_Magenta

While trying to navigate through the Holidays without derailing my weight loss (almost 40 lbs soon) I came across this gem and thought I share it here on my MFP board with all of you. Four days ago, I tried to eat myself into a sugar coma. I went from being completely sugar-free for 105 days to "eating all the sweets you can as quickly as possible."

The next days I went back to normal. That's something I never expected from myself. I am learning and adjusting. I didn't fail, I didn't give up. I just had one bad day. (Glucose level was 75 the next morning, which is very normal). Friday is weigh-in day and I am excited. (That's new too).

Happy Holidays and may we all find peace in our hearts.


‘Twas the night before Christmas and all round my hips
Were Fannie May candies that sneaked past my lips.
Fudge brownies were stored in the freezer with care
In hopes that my thighs would forget they were there.

While Mama in her girdle and I in chin straps
Had just settled down to sugar-borne naps.
When out in the pantry there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the kitchen I flew like a flash,
Tore open the icebox then threw up the sash.
The marshmallow look of the new-fallen snow
Sent thoughts of a binge to my body below.

When what to my wandering eyes should appear
A marzipan Santa with eight chocolate reindeer!
That huge chunk of candy so luscious and slick
I knew in a second that I’d wind up sick.

The sweet-coated santa, those sugared reindeer
I closed my eyes tightly but still I could hear;
On Pritzker, on Stillman, on weak one, on TOPS
A Weight Watcher dropout from sugar detox.

From the top of the scales to the top of the hall
Now dash away pounds now dash away all.
Dressed up in Lane Bryant from my head to nightdress
My clothes were all bulging from too much excess.

My droll little mouth and my round little belly,
They shook when I laughed like a bowl full of jelly.
I spoke not a word but went straight to my work
Ate all of the candy then turned with a jerk.

And laying a finger beside my heartburn
Gave a quick nod toward the bedroom I turned.
I eased into bed, to the heavens I cry–
If temptation’s removed I’ll get thin by and by.
And I mumbled again as I turned for the night
In the morning I’ll starve… ’til I take that first bite!