Welp, it’s that time of year again; time to work off these hibernation pounds.
But oh, those pounds were so much fun to put on! The boyfriend and I have become weekend hermits- cooking, watching movies, drinking wine.
I enjoy cooking. And if I do say so myself, I’m pretty good at it. When I’m in the cooking-zone I find it hard to care about the amount of calories that may be in the ingredients. The richer, creamier and more satisfying the better, especially when it comes to wintertime comfort cooking.
I also managed to bake things that are edible, if only deformed looking. This is something that took me several attempts to get down, several winters in fact. Now that I am able to, I want to bake every weekend.
So you see, there is rarely a reason to venture outside. Besides maybe to pick up ingredients for another culinary adventure and more wine.
Sometimes I’ll be struck with motivation and I’ll want to go ice skating or tubing. But the lure of warm blankets, a cozy couch and streaming Netflix make it difficult to get out of the door.
It is because of these reasons that I now have an uncomfortable layer of squishiness that has taken up residence on my body. I’m not complaining of becoming fat per se, more I just don’t like the hibernation look on me. I’m a small person, all five foot nothin’ of me. Any additional pounds and I risk looking like an oompa loompa.
Needless to say I’ve laced up my sneaks and dragged my pudgy ass to the gym. I’m not going to go as far as to say that I’m skipping in there happily every night, because I most definitely am not. But I will say that I am becoming addicted to that pleasantly exhausted, satisfied feeling after a workout again.
How many days left until spring!?