Dear Diet

Dear Diet Dear Diet, Dear Diet - Where art thou ? I've tried and I've tried - but Holy Cow ! If I cut back on this and cut back on that - And start on the treadmill I'll shed some fat. Or should I try Bow-flex or jog twice a day? Or walk fast like a robot - get out of my way. I wish I could get credit for as much as I've tried. But still twenty pounds over - I've laughed till I cried. There's a way to fix this - there's a way I think. A lock on the fridge and only water to drink. No food channel - no car to the drive-in to go. No newspaper to read all the coupons they show. No lunchin' with friends no cookouts and such. No late night snacks - that would be too much. And when all this happens wake me up from these dreams. Eatin' and drinkin' again - that's just life - so it seems.