Hot isn't as hot.
I always say, "I hate hot." I hate it when you can't breathe because it feels like you're walking in a blast furnace and I hate that suffocating, sweaty feeling like there's just not enough air.
But guess what? I think dropping a few pounds helps. I've been outside for the past few days ... getting flowers in (finally!), weeding, tending chickens ... and it just doesn't seem as hot.
I don't know if it's because there's more room in my skin. If it's because parts of me aren't rubbing together so much. Or perhaps if it's all in my head.
But I'll take it.
No comments:
Post a Comment