Despite best endeavors there’s always one thing,
that gets in the way of my quest to be thin.
I’m a picture of health ’til I make the mistake. …
Of going to places that proudly serve CAKE!
At soft play and play dates I ask for a tea…
And there it is…
Flashing it’s yumness at me!!
Enticed by the icing and buttery stuff,
once I give in I just can’t get enough!
I’ll find myself fancying something quite nice,
as I give The Tots raisins and cakes made of rice.
And so to the kitchen I stealthily sneak…
To forage for something to stuff in my beak.
I’ll shove in a biscuit as fast as I can,
then try not to talk with my mouth full of jam.
I shrug off Miss Tot and her suspicious stare.
(Mostly because I just don’t want to share!)
But my guilt is quite clear – it’s the downfall of mums.
I’m given away by a face full of crumbs!
Though all of this cake makes my waist start to groan.
(I only walk past one and put on a stone).
I know that I’ll always be just a bit fat,
While ever there’s cake in the world, and that’s that.
But next month it’s Christmas so really I should,
Cut back in November to try and be good.
I’m telling myself that I ought to save space,
December I’ll mostly be stuffing my face!
To limit the damage I need to act now,
or finish the year looking like a small cow!?
But now as the days become gloomy and dim,
the lure of the coffee shop beckons me in….
With mince pies and ginger and festive delights,
displayed innocently with twinkly lights.
And all of my willpower flutters away,
As I reason
“I’ll just have one piece. Just today.”
Let all of the sumptuous cakes come to me …
….I’ll worry about it in January!
My huge reindeer jumper should cover my bum?
I figure I’ve earned it this year.
I’m a mum!!
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