What luck! I’ve been too busy all day to write my blog and, just when I was looking for inspiration, a good friend sent me this poem; it was a response to an email I sent bemoaning the fact that last night I was going out for a fish and chip dinner but I was not intending to eat order any chips – I was planning to pinch a few of Chris’s. What a comfort it was to receive this poem – you see, I changed my mind at the last moment and had my full quota (and a third of Chris’s dessert)!

 

TREAT YOURSELF!

 

You exercise, you aquacise  you cycle and you run,

You try and keep your weight down dear, and I’d imagine its not much fun?

In some of your recent shemails, dear, you say nothing fattening is passing your lips?

But what do I read in the very next breath? – “We are going out for fish and chips!”

 

“O.K,” you said, “I won’t have chips, I might just pinch some of Chris’s”,

But put yourself in a man’s point of view, do you want to share your chips with the Mrs’s?

Now pizza is another story, it’s normally cut in pieces of eight,

Six slices for the man, two slices for the lady, for if you halved you’d regret what you ate.

 

Though really does it honestly matter? Does it matter what we eat?

At times we must indulge ourselves – at times we need a treat.

So long live fish and chips, and long live the pizza take away,

The slimming, the dieting, and the body reconstruction can wait for another day.

 

And so say all of us!!!!! (Me)