In the light of recent newspaper reports of findings by the National Health and Medical Research Council, I have penned the following before consigning myself to a life of imbibing low fat milk and eating celery.
BUTTON THE LIPS AND REDUCE THE HIPS
I’ve nearly reached three score and ten and sometimes wonder how,
it seems that what I eat and do’s been ill advised till now.
An hour’s exercise each day is latest health advice
and foods I should be eating don’t sound all that nice.
Fish is on a pedestal but, hot chips do not rate,
vegetables are all in vogue though steak is off the slate,
fruit and low fat milk are favourites, so they reckon
however, never let the cakes and biscuits beckon.
Do not even think of crisps or worse, the feared white bread,
partake of these and you may find troubled times ahead,
KFC and Maccas, their tucker is destructive
even though their advertising is at times seductive.
Limit anything at all that contains added salt,
include with that all fried food, it’s surely in default,
keep away from chocolate, the devil in disguise
and I guess, the same applies to pasties and meat pies.
As to all this exercise, I thought I’d done with that,
now I have to keep it up, for fear of getting fat,
shame the knees are had it, perhaps I need a gym,
that may be the tactic to keep the body slim.
Not a rosy future, of that I must admit,
there are many potholes on the road to keeping fit,
one thing though I’ve perceived, which gives a little cheer,
there’s nothing on the no no list ‘bout either wine or beer.
Jeff Thorpe
21 February 2013 ©