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Battle Of The Bulge | Barbara Warnock | ||
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I'll start a new one Monday", we've heard it all before, but if I don't really start one soon I won't make it through the door. I start with good intentions of that I can't deny, I'm getting fatter by the hour, I'll really have to try. |
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| DIETS | Allison Pitman | |||
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Tired of those wonderful crash diets??! The true facts of dieting ! |
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| EXERCISE! | Dusty Tincher | |||
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A rhyming spoof about what the dreaded 'E' word did NOT do for yours truly! LOL! |
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| Fairy Failure | Robyn Scott | |||
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Oh phooey!... I'm a failure as a Fairy, I need to go to a Fairy Fat Farm, Or maybe to "June Dally Watkin's", To revitalise my faulty Fairy charms. ... |
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| Food For Thought | Barbara Hetlyn | |||
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Why we women feel the need to diet for men! |
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| Health Hazard? | Heather Beale | |||
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We read of the dangers to our health from BAD eating habits and THEN they publish the most dreamy recipes that we just CANNOT deny ourselves. |
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| I Remember Gender | Tad Lawson | |||
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Since retiring, I'm often annoyed By dilettante students of Freud... |
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| Marge on a Midnight Raid | Mary Sullivan | |||
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With apologies to Alfred Lord Tennyson: Half a loaf, half a loaf, / Half a loaf onward. / All in the belly at once, / Toasted and buttered. |
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| Mirror Mirror | Jaimee Jones | |||
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Feel fat ? It's not you! |
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| Ode To The After Baby Dieter | Donna Lynn Henzel | |||
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A lighthearted, encouraging poem including sprinkles of humor for mothers who are working to rid themselves of the weight that likes to linger after having a baby! Bound to put a spring in your step and a boost toward your determination! |
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| The Losing Game | Tess Rowley | |||
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I've got to lose a kilogram Me buttonholes are stretching And when I bend down in me shorts Me rear end aint so fetching ... |
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| This Time.......... | Angela Convery | |||
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Another diet we're about to endure, but this time we'll do it, of that we are sure! |
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Twas The Month After Christmas | Author Unknown | ||
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Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse. |
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