Everyone knows that there before bed is bad for digestion and for the figure. Especially such delicious things as brownies, pies or pizza. Some manage to keep themselves from temptation, and to some, unfortunately not. I always belonged to the second category, but I recently, quite unexpectedly, was able to move to first. It happened like this.

I went to buy a sweater. Went around a few shops, tried on about thirty. Some were nothing. For example, one green. But I wish it was longer and thin brown strap could be worn not at the waist and on the hips. This is a very soft peach color and a nice fluffy, but with a horrible collar that was covering my face to my ears. And a couple overall good but with some drawbacks.
Others are making me look like a grandma. My grandmother on the maternal line. But I always thought that look more like my dad...

And then I suddenly remembered that I know how to knit. My mother taught me when I was fourteen years old. To her surprise, I was an apt pupil, and, most strange received pleasure from the classes. I then engaged in skiing and often went on collecting, where in between training sessions, the young athletes were playing "fool", listen to "Tender may" on a cassette recorder or to bumps and bruises flirted with the opposite sex, throwing pillows, school books and ski boots. While I was knitting. I was teased, but I then began the period of the negation of gregarious feelings, and I was happy with that stand out from the crowd, and even suffer for it.

My not very successful ski career ended with the end of school. But the habit to feed, especially before bedtime, is left. As a consequence at the waist and had a few totally unnecessary centimeters. Ah, now me to the training camp with three training sessions and five meals! That was it: we ate like a growing baby elephant, but trained like a Buffalo, so we destroy calories was not even enough, and at night we had brought from the dining room eating bread with sprats brought from home or just. And no one was overweight, on the contrary, we featured a stylish thin hard and strong muscles.

So, I decided to knit a sweater. I bought the yarn, found the needles in the attic and one night, after a light and healthy dinner, started a long ago lesson. I got carried away, counting the front and back and pausing to admire the looming result. And what is even beautiful is not worse than the store. Hands, it turns out, all I remember!

Woke up three hours later. With difficulty breaking away from addictive activities, took a shower and went to bed. The next night the same thing. Only on the third day I realized that my daily routine was missing one item, which is stably located between dinner and bedtime: the fight with him near the fridge, where I is not clear how necessarily. A refrigerator usually won. Yes there is usually, always. I opened, carefully examined the contents, trying to choose something lower in calories, the end was missing something tastier and quickly stuffed into his mouth. Then, with a pleasant feeling of satiety in the stomach, and with remorse in my head, or where there is this mysterious organ, went to bed.

Realizing the loss, I was delighted and scared. Glad I understand why, and scared because now that I noticed it, won't be able to get involved in the knitting and forget about the usual prenosna the snack. In response to these thoughts my stomach growled loudly and demanded sacrifices. I could at any time teleport to the fridge, so I grabbed the knitting needles, a ball and started to gain ninety-six of the loops for the front of the sweater. Back I just finished. On the third day!

Knitting was harder before, the pattern was not uniform, as on the back, and complex and confusing and, in the end, very beautiful, so I was able to forget about food. And the next day too. Sweater I dovetale two weeks. It turned out well. The way I wanted: free sleeve length to mid-thigh, not too high hour. And a thin strap to it very fit. But the main thing I noticed, looking at herself in the mirror in the new sweater: my waist was smaller! And when I look at myself sideways, I have almost no undetectable protruding belly, which I was very upset. Although fitting dress it you can still see... But now I know what to do.

I immediately started knitting a scarf, long, wide and striped. In it every few rows it is necessary to change the thread, and then still need to tie it to a hook and to make tassels on the ends. So that will not be bored. Then connects the cap and take the chequered blanket scheme which I found in a magazine. Very beautiful and unusual.

Sometimes, in the evenings, with the knitting, I think it would be nice to chew something tasty. But this idea is not so annoying as before, to me it gets easier to cast, and besides, my hands are busy...

I always suspected that eating before bedtime is not from hunger. The reason here, most likely others: a) habit, b) the desire to experience a little fun b) boring. Of these three monsters is the most difficult to overcome the habit. But if you eliminate boredom with some fun, which, moreover, gives pleasant emotions, and habit will come to an end. Of course, knitting is not the most magical pleasure, and to many it will seem skaloobraznuju and not socotranum, but for me it was an unexpected finding.

Actually I was one such clever. Many use distracting maneuvers to combat overeating. For example, one of my friends in the evenings instead of late dinner, long walks with the dog, and then, having breathed fresh air, immediately goes to sleep. She told me that the dog is the best cure for laziness. Well, except just so she would go every evening to the Park, getting rid of physical inactivity, and along with the calories? Of course, no. There would be a thousand reasons to stay at home today and then tomorrow and the day after. But when you can live a fun and favorite creature that will not understand and will not accept any excuses, you get up off the couch and go for a walk instead of eating chocolate chip cookies sitting in front of the TV.

Someone likes to run, swim, someone draws abstract paintings, someone's growing cacti or make baubles from beads... All it is more interesting and more enjoyable than mindless and habitual serving. Mean that you should try as much as is necessary to maintain the body in healthy and vigorous condition. As boredom and unpleasant emotions it is better to eliminate some other, harmless to the waistline and good for the soul.