That bulk isn't the layers of clothes for single digit temperatures and gusts of snow blowing from everywhere. It's human fat. And there is plenty more of it since The Snows started last week. My complex of 1,400 units in New Haven, Connecticut has become the village of the porkers.
Science will eventually investigate this one. The phenomenon is that, despite the extra calories burned by shoveling out our cars and walking longer so dogs can find a spot to do their business, every thing I wear has been getting tighter.
Have I been eating more and drinking beverages other than calorie-free ones? Maybe not more food or different drinks. I have a hunch that my metabolism just gave up and went to sleep. It could no longer bear witness to the assaults on my body by the elements of nature.
I can feel the slowing down. A prickly person in the complex chastised me twice for not returning her "good morning" greeting. I just don't have the energy to do much more than dodging the patches of ice. I already fell once. In addition, I couldn't work up the rage impulse to tell her off and warn that I am going to the New Haven, Connecticut police to file a harassment complaint. I love to leverage my background in law (here is my blog).
Happy Valentine's Day to all those who have lovers in their lives to insulate them from the thickening effects of The Winter of 2014.