#HabitHack

I gave myself a credit on the Habit Hack challenge this week on the #12WBT program I’m on, because I hacked my habit the week I started 12WBT & it’s really worked, so I decided to share it with those who might be looking for a secret weapon to stop the “in front of the TV while relaxing” snacks.

These snacks were my downfall. It was the only time where I really didn’t exercise any self control. They could be healthy snacks, or not, it didn’t really matter, the problem was eating in front of the TV, every night. I had to rest my legs and my head after being at work all day, and I used to do that in front of the TV, but with one ritual came the other of mindless snacking. Pretty sure I could run up 1000 steps a night just going back and forth from the TV to the kitchen!

I kicked this habit by taking up knitting. Something I haven’t done in about 20 years. My theory is that you can’t knit and eat and you need both hands to knit. This really, really works for me!

I went out one lunch time with a friend from work, and we purchased the wool & the needles and that night I went home and cast on 102 stitches on one of those long cable needles and I started knitting.  No pattern…. my eating was mindless and without thought, so my knitting should also be mindless and without thought… If I had to think too hard about it, then I probably wouldn’t do it…..If I find myself really obsessing about food (which I hardly ever do now because I’ve hacked the habit), then the rules are that I have to finish the row first and I can’t put my knitting down half way through a row… 102 stitches takes long enough to knit that by the time I’ve finished the row the craving has usually passed

I started knitting a huge throw rug in some warm winter colours at the start of my 12WBT, and I’ve named it my Rescue Rug, because I think it’s rescued me from eating myself into an early grave! #12WBTHabitHack

No “real” photo with this post

Gaaaaaaaaahhhhh! That’s my retching, vomit sound.  Just took my photo front on & side on in a full length mirror for my “Before & After” photo expose`.  Have been firmly reminded why people shaped like me should never take selfies in active wear.  You’re just going to have to rely on my written updates on how good I’m looking as I morph from Hippo to Meerkat (What? Meerkats are sexy!).  Trust me baby, you’re gonna want me if we just use my words 🙂

In fact, I’m thinking of forming a vigilante movement to take out anyone who wears active wear in public.  It’s horrible.  You either look so amazingly good, young, fit & healthy in it that it makes me what to trip you over for making me hate how I look, or you look like I look in it, in which case, what the fuck were you thinking leaving the house looking like that?  Really, girl look at yourself.  No one needs to see your saggy bits!  God invented flowing fabrics for a reason.  So you and I can wear them and feel lovely and pretty and swan about like Her Royal Highness Princess Prettypants.  So, turn around, go home, get out of that active wear that shows off your back tits as well as your front tits and put your MooMoo on.  We won’t even talk about Camel Toes and active wear.  That’s a whole other chapter on it’s own.

Big Grandma day coming up today – off to see my boy Flynn.  He’s such a joy to my heart.  I’m not such a joy to his heart yet, his Mum & Dad are the only ones who take that honour at the moment, but the smiles are getting bigger and more plentiful, and I’d like to think (and don’t you dare tell me otherwise!) that the smiles of recognition are also happening with more certainty.

Day off from work today too, so I’m pretty pleased about that.  Held the last of our “Finals” last night and I’ve got to say, I’ve had so much of the “nice” knocked out of me this season by some of the sweet community athletes that, quite frankly, I couldn’t have given a shit who won or who lost last night.  I would have been just as happy for the prima donnas to chase the ball right of the edge of a cliff.  OMG…you can always tell when I need a rest.

So, it’s off to KMart before visiting my girl.  Will probably spend the equivalent of my Smith’s Chips and CC’s budget, which is no longer available to me in that format, on home workout equipment that will also double as attractive occasional tables.  Bring on the getfit/weightloss era x 4 reps!