By Jody Worsham
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Over the
years I have discovered that my closet, or possibly just those plastic hangers,
have caused by clothes to shrink. As I approach middle age (assuming I will live to be 146) I have
come across a new weight loss program.
It involves
location, activity, and obsession. I shall explain.
There are
three reasons I overeat. Boredom,
boredom, and boredom. Oh and total lack
of interest in anything domestic, well except ironing and laundry. I do like to do that. If you have read any of
my writings before, you know I come from a long line of non-cookers so eating food
was never a gastronomic highlight in my formative years. I ate food (mainly
sandwiches, hard to burn those) so I would not pass out or get a headache or
have my clothes fall off.
When I was
teaching theatre, raising six children, and putting in 18 hour days, overeating
was not an option, because a) there was never time, and b) with six children
groceries seldom lasted long enough to get from the car to the
pantry. Now that I have retired and with
only two additional children at home, there is a) more time between school
pick-up and drop off, b) food actually makes it to the pantry, and c) I do not
have four major productions a year to keep me out of the refrigerator and at
rehearsal. Hence BOREDOM.
I tried
substitute teaching and that helped but you can’t substitute teach every
day. I tried “Sweating to the Oldies” at
home but I noticed no matter how many times I watched that video, nobody ever
lost any weight. I have even gone to
yoga classes and while I stretched every known and unknown muscle in my body, I
seemed to always reward myself for such a strenuous workout with a Big Mac and
ice cream.
Now my
Mother was excellent with making coconut pies, chocolate pies, and divinity
candy, but my doctor tells me you cannot live by sugar alone. I beg to differ, she’s 96, but in my case my
waist line and my closet say my body is gaining weight. So
it has come to this: What can I do that
is fun, time consuming, produces a finished product, and does not encourage
hangers to shrink my clothes?
Mother, was
an excellent seamstress and she did beautiful embroidery work. She taught me when I was very young. My mother-in-law always had a quilt frame up
so I spent lots of time watching her quilt.
As I made my fourth trip to the refrigerator to check and make sure the
pie had not spoiled, it hit me. I would
take up quilting…fun, time consuming, finished product, and no time for eating
(I get obsessive and can’t wait to see the finished product).
We built our
house to accommodate eight people, not quilting, so my quilt frame has been in
several places. I tried the living
room but Dr. Hubby kept running into it at night and company had a hard time
talking over an 8x10 foot frame in the middle of the room. I moved to the play room but that is where
Dr. Hubby watches his westerns. I have
seen “The Rifleman’s” son go through puberty six times. The only room left was the dining room, which
is only used twice a year because, well, the cooking thing. I put the frame in the dining room. After several quilts and many years later, I noticed that those size ** plus pants that had moved to the far end of my closet, were creeping back to the "this fits" section. It couldn't be food, I still couldn't cook, It had to be inactivity. No matter how fast I stitched I was only moving my arms, I was still sitting. I was not about to quit quilting. And that is when I discovered the Quilters
Diet.
It is all about
location. I am already in the dining
room…quilt/food… full…, but here is the secret.
My dining room has three entrances, one leads to the hall, one to the
living room and one to the kitchen. My
quilt frame takes up 90% of the floor space.
To get from one side of the frame to another, I have to go out the entry
way and back through the living room entrance or out the kitchen entrance and
circle around back through the living room.
Plus, to get around the frame corners, I have to suck up those stomach
muscles. Depending on the size of the
quilt and the amount of quilting, and how many times I have to go back for thread, scissors, thimble etc. I can lose 3 lbs. to the quilt.
Weight
Watchers, Nutri-System, Jenny Craig, beware!
The “Quilters Diet” combines form, function, fun, a finished product and
lost poundage…ok and a dining room with three entrances and a little quilting obsessive compulsion. But hey, if it works...why not?
8 comments:
Wonderful, Judy!
My mother was a hand quilter. The only room that accommodated her frames was the living room, the place the family lived in the forties and fifties. The always was a clear path to my dad's chair. We children went under the quilt to listen to the radio or sit on the sofa.
Kids like to hide under the quilt also
It had never occurred to me that quilting could be used as a diet aid--too bad I don't quilt!!
You can always start quilting. Wonder if people quilt in Hawaii and if so...why? Jody
Now that I live with a retired man, I find that the scale numbers have moved up so I blame him. He likes to eat out all the time and he gives he those sad eyes and I give in. Maybe, if I hang a quilt and hide behind it, he won't find me.
We children went under the quilt to listen to the radio or sit on the sofa.
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Hello.I just discovered your blog !
7 years to read :))
But it's impossible to subscribe to your blog on line or to dens you email to subscribe.I am in France ...maybe this is the reason ?Sorry for my poor english. Sincerely , Catherine.
My husband works at Ralph Lauren and the most asked question about their clothes are, "Do they shrink." My husband always tells the customers his clothes only shrink at Thanksgiving and Christmas when we have big dinners.
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