Sometimes I have things pop in my head that I really don't want to write about. Most writers follow their muse where it leads till it finds its destination. When blogging, I tend to follow my muse to my own detriment. It drives me off a cliff quite often. After three years of reading my column here (that is, if you have read it), you already know I have this rambling style of "telling all"-- of bearing my heart, soul and mind. When I get my copy of The County Times and read what I wrote in the wee hours of the morning, or on-the-fly before Monday's deadline, I can get a bit queasy. I wind up eating the closest thing to me to quell the rolling and rumbling in my stomach. This brings another thought to mind:
About a year ago, I vowed to lose 50 pounds. I lost 3. That's three puny, pitiful pounds. When I write all day long, I tend to forget to eat. I find that writing is a great diet plan; coffee is my staple. I get distracted and before I know it, breakfast time has turned into lunchtime. You'd think as much as I blog, write, read, and study, that I'd be a skinny-minnie. Not the case. Distractions only curb the appetite--they don't eliminate it. This is true of my little granddaughter, Kinsey. When she visits she wants to eat non-stop. If we are watching cartoons or Nannie McPhee, she wants to nibble, snack, and munch the whole time. If she gets bored with an activity, she wants something to eat. So I came up with a bevy of ideas to keep her busy when she and her sister are visiting. This past week, I taught them how to do leaf-prints on canvas. They didn't ask for anything to eat the entire two hours we explored for leaves outside, prepared the table for painting, picked their paint colors, practiced on cardboard, and then created lovely art renderings to display. They didn't go to the pantry, or open the fridge. Ironically, neither did I. If only I could paint, write, and keep my fingers picking pits out of peaches, plums, and cherries, instead of spreading peanut butter and marshmallow fluff on white-bread, I'd get a handle on the handles around my waist. So now I'm pondering peppermint.
My husband read a tidbit in Saturday's newspaper about peppermint. Seems someone, somewhere, did a study and discovered some folks who sniff peppermint every two hours will not be as hungry as non-sniffers. How 'bout that? Maybe there really is something to this aromatic therapy. After all, they also discovered that folks who sniffed peppermint every two hours, ate 28-hundred less calories in a week. I pondered that a bit and thought about Beth Moore's book, Get Out Of The Pit. Her book made me realize my "pit" was comfort eating. Kinda like Kinsey's boredom eating. When I read Beth's book a year or so ago, I decided to climb out of my "pit" and lose 50 pounds in the process. I failed miserably. Now I'm pondering this peppermint study and wondering if burning peppermint candles every couple of hours will actually divert my attention from food. You see, I love peppermint. I make the most scrumciously delicious peppermint cake. I also love peppermint rounds. Makes me wonder if all this sniffing could tempt me to pop peppermint patties in my mouth, non-stop. If that occurs, then I'll need to sniff peppermint 24/7 to lose 28-hundred calories a week. Lord, help me. I can't control my hunger anymore than I can my muse.