Whoo-boy. Do I really have to admit this? I like to think of myself as a healthy eater. I’ll tell anyone listening about how I get my five-a-day. And then sewing enters the picture…
This is how it goes. I’ll wander past the sewing machine. (Ironically, it’s on my way to the kitchen.) Ooh, I’ll just do an hour or so of sewing, I think, easing myself into the chair and switching on the machine.
Fast forward. It’s five hours later and I’m in some whirly dirvish sewing frenzy. If I can just squeeze in another hour I might finish this dress! But my tummy has other ideas. You haven’t fed me, Karen! You had two coffees for breakfast, and no toast! Lunch time came and went and you totally ignored it. Feed. Me. Karen!
No! I tell my tummy. I’m busy, can’t you see?
Eventually, I’ll lose the fight. But I don’t want to stop sewing. So I grab whatever I can. A chunk of cheese? Done! Just straight out of the packet. Hummus and pitta bread? Yep, that’ll fill a hole. Fresh fruit and vegetables? Forget it! I don’t have the time to chop things up. At times like these, I’m not actually interested in the pleasure of eating, I just need to stop my stomach from getting in the way of sewing.
I feel so ashamed. Is anyone else like this? Can you at least recommend healthy snacks?!