I really hate the cold and everything about it. I don’t mean I just hate cold like most people mean they hate it, I mean I hate it like most people would hate to get a kidney transplant. I hate socks, I hate long pants, I hate sweaters, I hate coats, I hate hats, I hate scarves, I hate gloves, I hate snow, I hate ice, I hate shivering…well you get the idea. Technically, I hate any temperature under 80 degrees (which really isn’t warm enough for me either but I can deal with that). There really aren’t many things I truly hate, but cold is at the top of the list.
I’ve actually spent most of my adult life avoiding the cold and all its nastiness. I was born in California but my parents left there before my first birthday and moved us to the eastern United States where we spent most of my childhood moving frequently around within the vast majority of the snowy tundra. We ended up in Upstate New York when I was in 8th grade and remained there throughout my high school career, and I stayed there and began college even after my family moved away. I loved it there (except for the snow and cold). In my heart it is still my home (except for the snow and cold). The majority of my nearest and dearest friends still live there (in the snow and cold). I often long to move back there (but that damn snow and cold).
Anyway, when I was 19, my parents moved to Georgia and the heat and sunshine began beckoning my name and I folded, transferred schools, and left the frozen tundra for my new life. The year I moved to Georgia there was a drought with heat indexes apparently in the non-human levels and everyone was miserable, that is except for ME. I had hit the mother-load. I was warm, even hot, all of the time, I had a lovely tan, and although I missed my friends, I no longer had to deal with the snow and cold. I was happy and warm! I lived in Georgia for almost 23 years, got married there, had 2 kids, divorced, and remarried where I gained 2 more kids, then we had 2 more kids of our own. I still longed for my home in New York, but this was my home now. Suddenly though I noticed that each year the winters got longer and colder and this did not please me because as you know, I hate the cold. And lo and behold, it began snowing during these winters. No I was not pleased at all! I was wearing socks again, long pants, sweaters, coats, boots, hats, scarves, gloves….this was NOT what I signed up for! So a couple of years ago when my husband got the opportunity to move us to South Texas, I eagerly uprooted and left my 2nd home leaving behind parts of my heart again in the pursuit of sunshine and warmth. Yes, I hate cold and snow so much I am willing to make sacrifices and leave family and friends. I began to understand that this was an obsession, almost as bad as a drug addiction, but in case I haven’t mentioned it, I hate the snow and cold!
So here I am in Galveston, TX where for most of the year it is balmy, sunny, and beautifully sweat-worthy. For the most part shorts, tank tops, and flip-flops are my daily attire. But thanks to Global Warming (freezing actually), it has been cold here, it is 38 degrees today. I have socks on, I wear my heavy coat to step outside, even for a minute. I have the heat on inside and I am still cold. There is just something totally wrong with this picture. In my lifetime, I’ve only considered 2 other places home and I’ve left them both in pursuit of warmth, to escape all of the things that I hate so much about the cold. So why am I still cold? The way I see it, I have 2 options. The first is I can stay put, suck it up, wear my coat, wear my socks (I really hate socks), wear my boots, stay inside as much as possible, and deal with it for the short 2 months or less of cold. I mean it could be worse, it could be snowing right? Or my second option, which I have been secretly plotting since the temperatures hit 70 degrees of course, would be to move south-er! One snow flake and I’m out of here!
Damn, I hate the cold! Oh and socks, I really hate socks too, it’s all just so unnatural!
Christy Gossett, managing editor of SoFabFood and creator of the healthy living blog, Insanity Is Not An Option, is a WAHM of 6 kids ranging in age from 27 to 8. She enjoys sharing her heart-healthy, low sodium recipes to help others with dietary restrictions enjoy a flavorful life while maintaining a healthy diet.
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