I've got to start a Diet Plan,
or maybe a Nutrional Plan is a better term.
A couple of weeks ago, I hit that point         (danged scales, that was the magic number)

where I knew something had to change.      (I refuse to buy another size bigger)

My DH is so wonderful about this.                  (depending on how you look at it)
He saw the moment that I was receptive.         (vulnerable, guard down)
I had really had a rough time lately,                  (sleepy, grouchy, and mean)
and was expressing that I just wasn't up to par.  (whining, not enough chocolate in the house)
And so, he planted the seed                              (dropped the hint, (bomb))
that one of our dear long lost friends               (a past coworker of his)
is now in town,                                               (why here?)
with a Metabolic Management Clinic              (Here's the Diet part)

Wow ! What an eye-opener.                          (OMG!)
My problem might not be as bad as all that,      (look around this waiting room!)
but this is not the road that I want to go down.  (life flashing before my eyes)
These body types look so familiar                   (are these my relatives?)
I used to see them at family reunions.              (and so many of them have passed on now)

I think he may have saved my life.                  (Again)

We're Still Together

For anyone that's wondering,
we're still together.
And we're still learning to work together.
And sometimes, I appreciate my husband more than I ever thought possible.
I think we're becoming "felted" together.
Maybe even what the British call "Fulled".
That word definately merits more exploration.