Sunday, March 28, 2010

This too must stop!

This morning my hubby took me to a breakfast buffet. I am a people watcher, and I noticed one thing in particular. The young people by-passed the donuts, but the older folks indulged. Must be age-related. Back in 'our day' in St. Louis, there were German bakeries in every neighborhood. There were either churches, taverns or bakeries on every corner, and in some neighborhoods, there were all three. Bakery goods were staples in most households; you could get a day-old peanut cake slathered with thick white icing, or 4"x10" rectanglular-shaped coffee cakes piled high with crumbs (my favorite) or fruit. The salesclerks would rip off a sheet of white paper, wrap the sweets in a flash and tie the package with twine. Donuts were our comfort food. I have traveled across the U.S. and have never found bakery goods like we had in St. Louis.

This too must stop!

Fifteen minutes usually flies
except when I'm doing exercise.
I bend, I stretch, I kick 'em high
trying to tone my flabby thighs.
I don't know why I even try;
I never pass a donut by.


K9friend said...

"A moment on the lips and forever on your hips". Doesn't seem fair, does it?

Lynn said...

Linda that poem was so funny. I've been trying to just eliminate sugar in my diet. Thought I'd start small (ha, that's not small) and yeah, I even passed on the birthday cake last night! I always start off strong - it's been a week.

Tammy said...

I'm not originally from here, but you're not the first to mention the neighborhood bakeries! Bet it smelled wonderful. Love the poem...and how true!

Susan said...

Hi Linda...ha ha ha That was a funny poem. I used to LOVE donuts...especially the glazed crullers from Dunkin Donuts...yum. But have not indulged in eating them for many years now....always striving to lose weight. You look like you can eat as many donuts as you want! Take care, Sincerely, Susan

Lisa Ricard Claro said...

Hi Linda - your poem could be the lyrics to my personal theme song! I used to be able to eat anything I wanted; not so much since I'm heading toward 50. Weight Watchers is my friend, but I find that keeping the weight off does not reduce the flab! I suppose it is time to embrace the consequences of gravity...perhaps I should celebrate with an eclair! :)

Susan said...

P.S. Linda, would you consider adding my blog to your Blog List? You are one of my followers! Thanks. Sincerely, Susan

BECKY said...

It must be an "age thing", Linda! I'm the same way, as I think you know! My mom always had homemade goodies around the house, and when she was older and working full time, she'd stop at a bakery and bring home store bought goodies and they, too, were soooo good! It's a "losing" battle...and I don't mean in a good way! :o

Julia said...

Ha ha. Awesome poem at the end!