T’was the three weeks after Christmas and all through the apartment, nothing would fit me, not even one garment. The stuffing I’d nibbled, the turkey I’d tasted, the yummies I’d eaten had gone straight to my waist. The wine, oh the wine, the crackers, the bread and the cheese….. I should have just said, “no thank you, please.” .. .

So, as I put on my old clothes, I stood on the scales and wailed as they rose!… I said to myself, as only I can, “you can’t spend the year known a John the fat Seaport condo man!” …

So away with the last of that sour-cream dip, get rid of the chocolates, every cracker and crisp. Every last morsel of tasty food must be banished ’til all those additional pounds have vanished.

I won’t have ice cream, not even a lick, instead I’ll chew on a long celery stick. I won’t have that Danish, or chocolates, 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’s for?”

Unable to giggle, but still able to get off the couch to show a Boston Seaport condo for sale,

Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet.

Keep the faith. Stay with your diet and condo search