This cold weather is driving me crazy.
It's making me even more neurotic, which I didn't think was possible.
My new electric blanket (probably the best Christmas present ever) and space heater have become my lifelines at warding off the chill of a frigid apartment. I've never felt more motivated to eke out a brutally sweaty workout. I have to say, though, that I never imagined I would ever complete an intense one-hour Jillian Michaels workout in front of the space heater while wearing two layers of clothing. (I usually require relief from the fan-even in winter-after finishing the first circuit.)
These freezing temperatures are really testing my mental and emotional resourcefulness (not to mention my sanity). I've had to toughen up, forcing myself from underneath the electric blanket and away from the space heater to get up in the morning, go to work (venturing out into the truly freezing cold), wash dishes, do the laundry, and take a shower (with scalding hot water, of course!).
I've also gotten creative in devising new ways to stay warm, including installing an under-door draft guard to try to block some of the outdoor air from creeping in under my apartment's door crack. And I'm experimenting to discover how many layers of clothing I can comfortably wear with 'x' number of blankets on my bed at 'x' level of heat from my electric blanket. It's dangerously close to a math formula...and I'm not at all a math person.
All the while, I'm thinking balmy, sultry, tropical thoughts. My imaginary "happy place" is very, very warm and relaxing. A deserted island, perhaps, with my own private beach. The constantly warm temperature is its most important feature, though.
It goes without saying that I'm counting the months until summer. Hopefully this will be a unbearably warm one. I'd welcome a daily high of 90 degrees at this point. Heck, I'd be happy to once again experience 32 degrees. Forty-five degrees would feel like a tropical heatwave. In the meantime, the cold temps, though threatening my sanity, are also building my character (right?), making me more creative and and resourceful in my mission for warmth.
It goes without saying that I'm counting the months until summer. Hopefully this will be a unbearably warm one. I'd welcome a daily high of 90 degrees at this point. Heck, I'd be happy to once again experience 32 degrees. Forty-five degrees would feel like a tropical heatwave. In the meantime, the cold temps, though threatening my sanity, are also building my character (right?), making me more creative and and resourceful in my mission for warmth.
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