A mid-winter lament

Ho. Ho. Holy Moley.

Photo by Jon Foster on Unsplash

I know the number on the scale
Does not determine worth
But I see the loss of muscle mass
And lament the growth of girth.

I haven’t worn my smaller pants
In an eternity
And I’m sad to say that all my shirts
Now look maternity.

We munch our way through holidays
To see who eats the mostest
As if we’re in a contest
As we approach the solstice.

The New Year brings the harshest fact:
Having tasted all that’s sweet
Will result in this reality—
I can no longer see my feet.

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Ho, ho, ho. May your holiday be filled with delights. I wish you a wonderful season and a happy, healthy New Year. Please know that I appreciate you and look forward to more connections in 2026. In the meantime, be well!

With love and gratitude,
Mary

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