Like many women my age, I have
difficulty losing weight. Let me be honest here. It’s a struggle for me to keep
from putting on the pounds, never mind losing them. As a result, I tune in to
news items that provide any clues as to what makes us fat. The past several
weeks brought a bonanza of new information. Unfortunately, most of it will
prove useless for me.
The first surprise is that a dirty
home can make you fat. According to the July 12 NY Daily News, researchers at Duke University discovered a link
between dust particles and weight gain. In laymen’s terms, the chemicals in
dirt can change our body’s metabolism, resulting in more fat cells. Actually,
it was mice’s metabolism, not human’s, but what starts with mice eventually
finds its way up the food chain.
My friends know I’m not exactly a
model homemaker. I’ve often said that I clean the house twice a year or when
we’re expecting company, whichever comes first. We don’t socialize much. I’m
not sure if that’s a cause or an effect of my cleaning schedule. Either way, it
explains a lot about my expanding waistline.
A few days after the dirty home
tidbit I read that decluttering your home can help you lose weight. The June/July
AARP magazine ran the article: “To Lose Weight, Put Your Home on a Diet.” In it
they reported: “Studies suggest that the same genes that cause people to hoard
stuff can lead to obesity.” They surmised that this harks back to primitive
times when supplies of food and rocks (for protection) were amassed to ensure survival.
When we put our Providence house on
the market, my real estate agent was brutal about having me get rid of the
clutter. Sure enough, I shed some poundage, and not just the weight of the
items I was donating or throwing out. My body trimmed down a bit, too. I
assumed my weight loss was because I was carrying so many boxes of books from
our third floor to the first. Apparently the loss was also due to the
decluttering process itself.
Although I know that I should
continue to shed belongings, I’ve reached the point where there’s not a lot of
stuff here that’s just… well, stuff. Most of my clutter has a lot of history
and emotional baggage tangled up in it. So there’s not much hope of a new
decluttering phase helping me to lose weight. Besides, not much of it is food
or rocks, so there’s obviously something else involved besides primitive
survival genes.
The third news item on this topic
was an article from Cell Metabolism
that I found in thecut.com and it was
the unkindest cut of all. It seems that researchers at
UC-Berkeley conducted a study that suggests that smelling your food before you
eat it could cause you to gain weight. It has something to do with the body’s
sense of smell being tied into storing fat instead of burning it off. I’ll bet
anything it’s those damn survival genes again. This is a distressing finding.
How many times have
you said: “Just let me have a quick whiff of that Death by Chocolate cake
before you eat it”? OK. Maybe it was more like: “Just let me have a teensy
forkful of that cake,” but still. Now we can’t even sniff something decadent
without risking ballooning up? It’s bad enough I have to sleep with earplugs
(to drown out my husband’s snoring and my cat’s nighttime “hunting”). Now I’m
going to have to eat with a clothespin on my nose. Life is so unfair.