So I started reading this book called "Does This Clutter Make My Butt Look Big" by Peter Walsh. It's suppose to be an "easy plan for losing weight and living more". I'm like half way through and it is making so much sense. In a nut shell, because I have so much clutter in my life; house, work and yes family, it is cluttering up my mind so much that I can't think straight and there for I eat! The solution! Is to de-clutter my entire house, or at least start with the house. It's the only thing I have total control over. At least I like to think I have total control over it. However, I will have to fight with my own mind when it wants to rationalize why I shouldn't get rid of something I don't use, wear, or need. "Oh God, this is not going to be easy for me. I know my habits, bad as they are. I can start to feel the anxiety already. (Still there is nothing to eat in this house)
"Oh Calgon, take me away". If it were only that easy, to fill up your bath tub, sprinkle in some yummy fragrant salts, slip in, close your eyes and all of a sudden your not in Kansas or in my case, Redding anymore. Your magically swept away to a tropical island basking in the sun while some rather handsome guy brings you "foo foo" drinks and a platter of fresh tropical fruits to nibble on. Or maybe you find your in some quaint little European town wandering the streets enjoying the sights and smells of fresh pastries and breads.... Wait a minute, someone is at the door, hold that thought. Okay, so it wasn't even worth bringing me back to the real world. It was some kid going door to door trying to sell "MEAT" "FROZEN MEAT". Who buys frozen meat from a kid going door to door? Okay, maybe if it's the "Schwanz" guy. I can't imagine it even being frozen solid, it's 100 degrees out today.
So getting back to "why" my house makes me fat! In this book, it goes on to tell me that you should love your home and that it should be your sanctuary from the rest of the chaos of the day. But if it is full of clutter or disorganized, then that puts you in a state of clutter yourself. How can you respect yourself, if you don't respect your home. But let me take you back 26 years ago. It was the summer of 1985 and Tim and I are on our very first date. Before we went to dinner, he took me by to see the house he was in the process of buying. This was his first home. Mind you, it was only a big slab of concrete with a bunch of pipes sticking up here and there. As I sat in the area of the door entering from what would be the garage into the kitchen, he went around showing me where all of the rooms would be. When he was finished, he asked me, "What do you think"? My answer was, "Fine, I guess, I personally wouldn't want to live here". I can't help but chuckle now. My reason was I didn't like the garage being the "focal" point of the house and how the living room was located in the back and how there would be very few windows in the place. I liked having my living room in the front of the house so you could see out front. There were other things I didn't like about it but I didn't go on to mention them. I mean really, this WAS our first date. I did include, "but hey, I'm not the one living here, as long as YOU like it"! Well, then on November 19, 1985 we both moved into that house. So, I was doomed to be fat because I HATED THIS HOUSE then and I still do! Oh man, I really must go grocery shopping!
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