Hey Howdy Hey!!
So this No Scale Experiment is going really well! It’s been over 2 weeks since I weighed myself and I feel good. I’m still working out and eating well(ish) and things are humming along. I think I made exactly the right decision to ditch the scale.
One of the effects of not thinking about The Number all the freaking time now, is that I now have room for other thoughts, thoughts that have nothing to do with weight. Since obsessing about my weight was such all consuming hobby, I now have room for other interests. Yay!! Except guess what? I don’t have any other interests.
I remember when I went to my 20th high school reunion a couple of years ago, I ran into my first crush. Of course me being who I am, I naturally started sweating and stammering to him about how he was my first crush (note to self: don’t do that anymore. It’s weird) and eventually we landed on the topic of “so what do you do now?”. He told me all about his job and his hobbies and then he asked me what I did. I told him about my job (note to self: get new, interesting job) and then he said “but what do you do when you aren’t working? What do you do for fun?”
I had no answer. None. I lamely mentioned that I had kids and a husband and a house to care for, and he asked again, “but don’t you have a hobby?” and I apologetically said “well I used to knit” and he said…I kid you not…he laughed “Okay grandma! That sounds pretty exciting!” I melted right into a puddle on the floor. I feel that I should mention that guy was a total douche who hit on me that night (even though he has a wife and kid at home) but when I declined, he found another classmate who apparently was all too willing.
ANYWAY. The point is, I need a hobby to fill up the space in my brain regularly occupied by my weight-angst so that next time I run into any douchey ex-boyfriends, I’ll have something SUPER INTERESTING to tell them. I’ve looked into guitar lessons, art lessons, yoga (which I plan to do in the fall) and other things, but I have to keep in mind that I have kids that have activities from now until December, so time is an issue.
My BAWF (Best Adult Woman Friend – you’re welcome for that little gem) suggested creative writing. Not the blather I post here in this blog, but actual real writing that takes thought and good vocabulary and a sense of humor that doesn’t belong to a 12 year old boy. The thought of actually trying to write something creatively scares the heck out of me, which makes me think it’s exactly what I should do. I love words, I love the putting-together of phrases that capture exactly what’s happening in a moment, I love the emotional communication that happens when I read a passage that says exactly what I didn’t even know I was thinking…I love it all, but I don’t know how to even start to cultivate it into a genuine hobby. I actually have a very very short story already written, but it’s super rough at this point and not fit for human consumption. And no, you will never read it, so don’t even ask. 🙂
I think I revisit this problem of no-hobbies every fall when the kids start gearing up for their activities. It reminds me that, oh yeah, I want to have an activity too! So if you have been reading me for awhile and this seems somewhat familiar, I’m sure there’s a blog post somewhere in my archives that touches on this. I did try knitting for awhile, but it never really took off – I just don’t think I have the patience for it, unless it’s something I can knit in a few hours (I have more scarves than any human being needs). I like to knit, but not enough to do it regularly. I have a feeling this need to have interests is going to keep coming up in my life until I finally get one, so this time I’m going to actively pursue it.
Help me out and tell me what you do for fun – what your hobbies, interests, and activities are that you do for fun. And no, obsessing about your weight doesn’t count.