Shiver me timbers

This is all rather silly – as the mercury drops, the heating at work has packed up. On Friday I was particularly chilly and ended up wearing my scarf to keep my neck warm. I hadn’t got a jacket or a sweater, so short of sitting at my desk in my coat it was the best I could do.

Today I brought in a sweater just to be safe. This morning it didn’t seem so bad, but frankly you don’t generate much heat just sitting at a desk, so by the end of lunchtime I’d put the sweater on.

Normally I don’t feel the cool temperatures that much until it gets really cold – I generate enough heat that sometimes it feels as though you could fry eggs on my hands. My chilly Furtle is generally quite happy to leech heat from my radioactive paws as hers are almost invariably cold except for during the warmest of days, but for all that, Friday and today in the office and on Saturday at home, I just couldn’t get warm.

Part of this is, I am sure, down to the sudden drop in temperature outside. It went from nicely mild (if damp) to damned chilly in one fell swoop. We might not have had the snow that they had in the north, but we had the cold winds. There was no time to acclimatise, so temperatures that we would laugh at in January and February had us running for cover. Of course, I also have the slinking suspicion that the fact I have almost no carbohydrates in my system is playing a part in my sudden susceptibility, too. In normal times I am fuelling my radiator hands with bread and potatoes and such, but right now, that’s not quite the option, so although I am hardly starving, it takes a little longer for the old metabolism to react to temperature changes.

Is this how thin people feel all the time? Is this a foretaste of things to come if I manage to shed a few more stone?

Luckily, as I shrink, the number of warming clothes available to compensate increases accordingly, so a reduction in my natural neoprene will see a one-man boost for the clothing industry.

Note that I did not say fashion industry. I don’t do fashion.

Though who knows? Supermodel me, when I am about 2/3 the chap I am now… Cripes.

Shiver me timbers

This is all rather silly – as the mercury drops, the heating at work has packed up. On Friday I was particularly chilly and ended up wearing my scarf to keep my neck warm. I hadn’t got a jacket or a sweater, so short of sitting at my desk in my coat it was the best I could do.

Today I brought in a sweater just to be safe. This morning it didn’t seem so bad, but frankly you don’t generate much heat just sitting at a desk, so by the end of lunchtime I’d put the sweater on.

Normally I don’t feel the cool temperatures that much until it gets really cold – I generate enough heat that sometimes it feels as though you could fry eggs on my hands. My chilly Furtle is generally quite happy to leech heat from my radioactive paws as hers are almost invariably cold except for during the warmest of days, but for all that, Friday and today in the office and on Saturday at home, I just couldn’t get warm.

Part of this is, I am sure, down to the sudden drop in temperature outside. It went from nicely mild (if damp) to damned chilly in one fell swoop. We might not have had the snow that they had in the north, but we had the cold winds. There was no time to acclimatise, so temperatures that we would laugh at in January and February had us running for cover. Of course, I also have the slinking suspicion that the fact I have almost no carbohydrates in my system is playing a part in my sudden susceptibility, too. In normal times I am fuelling my radiator hands with bread and potatoes and such, but right now, that’s not quite the option, so although I am hardly starving, it takes a little longer for the old metabolism to react to temperature changes.

Is this how thin people feel all the time? Is this a foretaste of things to come if I manage to shed a few more stone?

Luckily, as I shrink, the number of warming clothes available to compensate increases accordingly, so a reduction in my natural neoprene will see a one-man boost for the clothing industry.

Note that I did not say fashion industry. I don’t do fashion.

Though who knows? Supermodel me, when I am about 2/3 the chap I am now… Cripes.