Cold

Brrr, babie. Brrrr

In the spirit of hating winter…

I used to weigh over 450 pounds. I was a big boy. For most of my life I almost always felt like the weather was hot. I never felt terribly cold, even when it was winter and New England was a frozen tundra. I always felt like it was reasonably tolerable. I’d be sweating my nuts off and everyone else would be shivering and I’d be thinking they were overreacting. Then I lost a metric ton of weight.

Now? Now I am freezing all the time. It never ends. I’m always cold. It’s infuriating. I get it, of course. I have a lot less insulation than I used to have, obviously I’m going to be more susceptible to the cold. I just wish it didn’t suck so much.

Last night it was 71 degrees in our house. I had a t-shirt, a sweatshirt, and a fleece jacket on, and a blanket covering me. I was still cold. That was before I had to go outside. I needed to rearrange the cars in the driveway so that I could have the car that was blocked in moved to the outside so that I could take it to work today. I also had to bring the trash barrels out to the street for today’s pick up. I replaced the blanket with a winter coat and went outside into the cold.

I was probably outside for maybe 10 minutes. By the time I was ready to come back in I think I was colder than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I felt like I was frozen from top to bottom. It was bed time by then so I got under the covers and curled up into a ball and waited for the temperature to equalize so that I felt less like a popsicle.

When I got up for work this morning it was even colder. Not the coldest day of the month (it was eight degrees and last week there was a day when it got as low as four) but still pretty freakin’ ridiculous. The point of all of this? If you’re ever reading through my posts and wondering why this New Englander hates winter so much… now you know. Brr.