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)

A few evenings ago, I was sitting with the DH, Love of My Life in the snuggly chair. I was knitting away and we were watching a movie, I think it was The Rock. Anyway, the point is, it was absolute bliss. We were both home together. We were sitting together. I'm making a sincere concerted effort to document that memory into my brain where I won't loose it. At some point during the evening, my sweet DH said something about us being ComKnitted to each other. It just struck such a chord in my heart that I had to catch my breath. We are. We really are. We've been married a long time. We've been through a lot together. He's my best friend. I'm not only sure that we are Knitted together, I think we might even be Felted, or at least Fulled together. Frogging us apart would be akin to frogging out a very intricately patterned mohair. It might be possible to get it apart, but the yarn would never be the same.