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'Twas the night before Fitness Christmas

December 25, 2017

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the gym,
Not a dumbbell was lifted, but we entered on a whim;
The weight belts were hung on the wall by the door,
But we Nibbles Fitness ladies were doing pushups, there on the floor;

Others were nestled all snug in their Christmas pies,
While visions of abs escaped their eyes;
And we in our leggings, and fitness tanks,
Had just sweated our hearts out and gave thanks;

Because out there in the world there arose such a debate,
About the good and bad carbs, and we try to explain;
That carbs are not bad;
The right amount is good, not a fad;

The light of knowledge about the basics of food,
Gave hope to us in mid-life and encouraged our mood,
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But miniature muscles, and it all became clear;

I was once chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I was still loved, in spite of myself;
Three years of consistency without losing my head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

We spoke not a word, but went straight to our work,
And filled all the new blue jeans; with muscles and a smirk,
And we smile inside when people ask for the secret,
And giving a nod, we realize it’s tragic;

That people don’t really want to know,
That they simply must eat a little less of the dough;
But we won’t judge, because we understand;
And we love the ladies across the land;

And so, we exclaim, as we nibble a small bite,


The picture is of me and my mountain man husband Randy, the cat whisperer, the one who nurtured me back to life a long time ago.



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