Barbara L
Traveling Welcome Wagon
Count Your Calories (Sung to the tune of "Count Your Blessings")
When upon your scales you're weighing every ounce,
When you're stepping off and feel your belly bounce,
Count your many calories, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what your food has done.
Chorus:
Count your calories, don't forget a one.
Donuts, cakes and cookies seemed like lots of fun.
Count your French fries...did you eat a ton?
Count your many calories, see what food has done.
When you think of others who are lean and slim,
Does your heart grow heavy as you think of them?
Count your Mr. Goodbars, every single bite,
And you'll know the reason that your clothes fit tight.
Chorus:
Count your Hershey's, count them every one;
Extra cheese and chili on your hot dog bun.
Count your Snickers, don't forget the Mars.
Count your Milky Ways and other candy bars.
So amid the dress shop as you try on clothes,
Polyester stretches, everybody knows.
Searching in your closet, garments hanging there,
All those pretty dresses that you used to wear.
Chorus:
Count your blouses. How your wardrobe grows.
Count the dollars spent on queen size hose.
Was it chocolates? Was it jelly beans?
Count the many reasons you can't wear your jeans.
Are you ever burdened with a load of guilt?
Looking at the body that your food has built?
Scrounging in the kitchen, see the foods you chose,
And you'll know the reason you can't see your toes.
Chorus:
Count your calories, praying as you eat,
Vegetables and milk and lots of lean fresh meat.
Count your calories, you'll start feeling great.
Keep on counting calories, you'll start feeling great.
(Author Unknown)
Barbara
When upon your scales you're weighing every ounce,
When you're stepping off and feel your belly bounce,
Count your many calories, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what your food has done.
Chorus:
Count your calories, don't forget a one.
Donuts, cakes and cookies seemed like lots of fun.
Count your French fries...did you eat a ton?
Count your many calories, see what food has done.
When you think of others who are lean and slim,
Does your heart grow heavy as you think of them?
Count your Mr. Goodbars, every single bite,
And you'll know the reason that your clothes fit tight.
Chorus:
Count your Hershey's, count them every one;
Extra cheese and chili on your hot dog bun.
Count your Snickers, don't forget the Mars.
Count your Milky Ways and other candy bars.
So amid the dress shop as you try on clothes,
Polyester stretches, everybody knows.
Searching in your closet, garments hanging there,
All those pretty dresses that you used to wear.
Chorus:
Count your blouses. How your wardrobe grows.
Count the dollars spent on queen size hose.
Was it chocolates? Was it jelly beans?
Count the many reasons you can't wear your jeans.
Are you ever burdened with a load of guilt?
Looking at the body that your food has built?
Scrounging in the kitchen, see the foods you chose,
And you'll know the reason you can't see your toes.
Chorus:
Count your calories, praying as you eat,
Vegetables and milk and lots of lean fresh meat.
Count your calories, you'll start feeling great.
Keep on counting calories, you'll start feeling great.
(Author Unknown)
Barbara
