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[threemonkeys]

It has been rather cold the last few days. A real Antarctic chill. So what did I eat? Ice cream. OK, so not my only food source, but I did have a bowl every day of the cold snap. I have noticed over the years that I do eat more ice cream in the winter than during the warmest times of the year. That just seems counter intuitive.

Still warmer weather is on its way. One sign is that my neighbour and his son have been out practising cricket by their garage. Every time the ball hits the metal garage door there is a loud crash that reverberates right through my house. Since the door represents the behind the wicket area, my best hope is that they get better at the game and don't let so many through.

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[russellk.livejournal.com]

It's been a cold winter after a succession of warmer ones. So your body sends chemical signals to your brain indicating the necessity of putting on a winter coat. 'Eat more fat.' There's no fighting it. You watch: when spring finally hits Wellington, in December sometime, your appetite will suddenly reduce and you'll think you're being ever so disciplined.

Or so goes Russell's Theory of Winter Weight Gain. (aka 'Why Fight the Flab?')

[threemonkeys.livejournal.com]

when spring finally hits Wellington, in December sometime

ha ha. I went to a new year eve barbeque locally a few years back where it was so cold you could see your breath.

There are three reasons to fight the flab
1- to stop my doctor lecturing me
2- to stop my mother nagging me when I go home at xmas
3- to fit in airlines seats so I can go to cons

Number 3 is the only one that really motivates me.

[russellk.livejournal.com]

Fair enough. If only the naggers realised how counter-productive nagging is. I'm serious about the involuntary weight gain thing (though I have no expertise in the area). It doesn't seem to happen every winter, just those colder than some arbitrary point, forcing your body to go in to vital organ protection mode.

I've met people with breath like that. Actually, I think I was at that barbeque too, or one much like it, though it was in Christchurch.

On one famous occasion I emerged from the late night flicks on Christmas Eve to find it snowing (but not settling). In shirtsleeves. Erk.

[threemonkeys.livejournal.com]

Oh, I believe you about the weight gain thing during cold weather. The springtime diet seems to be an annual ritual amongst a certain part of society.

[littenz.livejournal.com]

I hosted that BBQ.
I vividly remember the visible breath!