Those 70ish Girls

To those of you who know me, there’s going to be a new me.

I have begun to change before my very eyes.

I won’t be like I used to be. Just wait a while and you will see.

My sweet but weakened husband… is in for a surprise.

No more cream cheese delight. It will now be yogurt light.

A heart healthy diet is now necessary.

No more emergencies in the night, or long days filled with fright.

I’m not very good at doing scary.

I swear it’s not just talk. Mile after mile I pledge to walk.

And my dear husband will be there by my side.

I’ll time us with a clock and watch him like a hawk.

And I’ll find him if he tries to hide.

Yes, our way of life needs changing and lots of rearranging.

To shop and cook I’ll need a lot more time.

I’ll do fat to lean exchanging, which will surely be life-changing.

Eating real ice cream will be a major crime.

Wow! I hate confessing, but the new me sounds depressing.

The sound of our new life doesn’t thrill me.

Have you tried low fat ranch dressing? I’m really only guessing,

But too many meatless salads just might kill me.

The next time that you see me, you might not see the new me.

I need more time to make a solid plan.

I think you will agree that preparation is the key

I don’t think he needs to look like superman.

I’ll make up all the rules and give hubby all the tools.

He really needs to elevate his heart rate

As for me I’ll be quite happy. While he walks I’ll take a nappy,

When he shapes up, I’ll give you all an update.

Arf and Annie will return next week. Their stories will be intermingled with a few other things, but I won’t let too much time pass in between. Some of us forget where we left off…including me.