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Fast Cheap and Easy February 19, 2013  RSS feed

Fast, Cheap, Easy and Healthy – Part 6

By Sherry Matney


Sherry Matney - reflecting on her first 70 years. Sherry Matney - reflecting on her first 70 years. This week I celebrated my 70th birthday. SEVENTY!! That’s years!! Where did the time go? How did this happen? When did Rock and Roll start sounding like noise and not like Elvis and Pat Boone? When did my hair get this white? When did my body parts start drooping? When did I lose my waistline? When? When?

Oh well, the good thing is I had a wonderful birthday. Paul and I flew to Phoenix on a “red eye” flight and celebrated with sons, daughtersin law, grandkids and one great. I would love to tell you that I stayed on my healthy eating plan. But I can’t. I would love to tell you that when I ate at this amazing restaurant I ate salad. But I can’t. I would love to tell you that I did not eat the Italian Cream cake prepared by my sweet daughter-in-law. But I can’t. I would love to tell you that I walked two miles every day. But, guess what -- I can’t. I would love to tell you that when I weighed this morning I was down a pound or two, or at least where I was last week, but I can’t. In fact, I’m not stepping on the scales until next Monday.

In reality I shouldn’t even write a column this week because I can’t say anything that I did that was healthy. The flight was fast and cheap, but not very easy, since we flew in the middle of the night. If I were to give you a super healthy recipe I would feel like a hypocrite so I am printing a poem that seems appropriate.

Warning by Jenny Joseph

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple with a red hat which doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me,

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves and satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter,

I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,

And run my stick along the public railings and make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain and pick the flowers in other people’s gardens---and I will learn to spit!!

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat and eat three pounds of sausages at a go or only bread for a week,

And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

But now we must have clothes that keep us dry

And pay our rent and not swear in the street

And set a good example for the children.

We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?

So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised

When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.

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I promise to be better next week, or maybe not!!


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