Heat. Lots of heat. Stifling heat. Hard to work in, hard to sleep in , hard to relax in. But, you should cry not for me Argentina. We chose this sauna of life. Years ago when we moved into our over 100 year old farm house we did have the place fitted for a new furnace and possible an air conditioner "some day". The "some day" keeps getting put off. We are concerned that if we had a comfortable place to go to indoors we would gravitate there and the work we need to accomplish outside would suffer.
So instead we suffer and the work progresses. AND YET, I lose very little weight. Oh I always drop about 20 pounds every summer without any change in diet since my activity ramps up so much, but with all the work and all the sweating I should be Twiggy size. Wait...half of you don't know who Twiggy is. How about Calista Flockhart ? Oh come on. Lindsey Lohan then. The hardest part to deal with is my husband Keith because we all know how hard he is to deal with. Its hard because he is the same size he was in highschool. A 32 in waist which coincidentally is the same size as my upper arm. He works, I work. He sweats. I sweat. He loses weight so easily I have to keep a dozen of Caseys donuts and a gallon of milk on the counter at all times. Getting weight off me is harder than capping a BP oil leak. I'm just sayin'