This is going to start out sounding like diet talk, and in a sense it is. But there is knitting content connected to it, so stay with me while I talk about my newest version of a yarn diet.
First, I'm going to make a public confession. It's my tale of woe. If it bores you to yawns, skip to the bottom before you click off to another blog.
About 11 years ago, I managed to reach a perfect weight for myself. And then I did something even more astounding....I maintained it for three years. The secret was that I was a dancing fool. Between lessons, and singles dances, and contradances, and hitting the bars that had a good band, I was on my feet and shaking my booty five nights a week. I didn't diet for three whole years. What a pleasure to step on the scale and see it remain steady week after week. What a greater pleasure to slip on any item of clothing and have it look great. I acquired a closet full of twirly skirts and dresses. I had the right apparel for any kind of dance.....swing, ballroom, country-western, or contra. It was a golden time.
Then I met my sweetie, the man who has since been my significant other for not quite eight years now. The first year we dated, we still danced a lot, but not at the frantic pace I'd been keeping. My activity level dropped to two or three times a week....still a healthy amount of exercise. But we wined and dined quite a bit that first year, and when we celebrated our first anniversary together, I was 20 pounds heavier. Ouch.
Over the next three years, I followed a pattern that I'm sure is familiar to many. I lost ten pounds, gained eight, lost seven, gained five, and so on. I was back on the high end of the 20 when I got hit with The Curse of the Slightly More Than Middle-Aged Woman. The double whammy of menopause. My weight went up proportionately to my estrogen level going down. Over the last four years, I've added another 20. More ouch.
That brings us to today. (Knitting content getting closer.) This extra weight is getting me down. It's not pretty. It's not healthy. I took four dance dresses with me this past weeekend and discovered that two of them are no longer wearable. Even in the dresses that did still fit, my hip joints hurt. A lot. I don't have the stamina or the energy to enjoy doing something that I've loved. Can you imagine not having the stamina or energy to knit? What a horrible thought. But that's what's happened to my love of dancing.
So....I am now on a Yarn Diet. I am taking a pledge. Here's a picture of my hand on a bible of sorts, as I take this pledge.
I pledge that I will not purchase any more yarn until I have lost five pounds. At that time, I am allowed to spend up to $50 on new yarn. I will not spend any money on yarn after that, until I've lost another five pounds. And so on. If I regain any lost weight, I will have to relose it and go beyond to the next five pounds before I can buy new yarn. (Only one $50 purchase per five pounds.)
This pledge is in force until I've lost 25 pounds. After that, I am allowed to re-negotiate the terms of this pledge.
There are two yarn-purchase exceptions. The first is next month when my guild has it's annual garage sale of yarn. We each bring stash we want to unload. I will allow myself to shop at that event, up to the amount of whatever I sell. If I decide not to buy anything, then I will add my profit to my next five pound goal amount. The second purchase exception is for a class in June that I've already committed to.
There you have it. My public declaration. Am I capable of lying and saying I've lost weight when I haven't? Yes. But I won't. Am I capable of quitting in frustration and saying this stupid Yarn Diet is over? Yes. But I won't. I will not bore anyone with the gory details of how I accomplish this. No dreary discussions of whether I'm counting carbs or fats or calories. No daily claims of how many reps or pounds or circuits. You'll know I've hit a goal when you see new stash posted here. Until then, I'm using up the old stuff.
Best quip I saw on a poster this weekend: I started a new diet, and I've already lost three days.