I grew up in Manitoba, where twelve-foot snowbanks and frigid temperatures were considered nothing more than a worthy challenge. But here on Vancouver Island, businesses shut down and chaos reigns if a few snowflakes flutter down.
Last week my physiotherapy appointment was cancelled because of a few inches of snow. I was on the verge of complaining about the wimpiness of Island dwellers, but I suddenly recalled the sheer joy of those long-ago ‘snow days’ when I was a kid and school was cancelled. My momentary pique vanished in a grin as I imagined full-grown adults peeking out their windows, happy-dancing and crowing, “Snow day!”
I’ve complained about snow before and I probably will again; but the truth is, I kinda like the white stuff (now that I live in a place where it doesn’t stay around for six months at a time). Snow is pretty and sparkly; and it lights up our gloomy West Coast winters.
There are obvious disadvantages, of course. Snow is cold, slippery, and dangerous to drivers, walkers, and shovellers; but today I’m here to warn you about its lesser-known and much more insidious downside:
Snow is fattening!
You’d think fluffy frozen water would be calorie-free. In fact, when you factor in the extra effort of clearing it and navigating through it, it should be a stellar weight-loss tool.
But not for me. Because when it’s snowing outside, I bake. And when there are freshly-baked goodies, I eat. And the longer the snow lasts, the more I bake and eat.
Yesterday my kitchen was gloriously perfumed by fresh cinnamon buns. A couple of days ago there was a decadent chocolate cake. Before that, peanut butter caramel squares. And baklava. And lemon pie. That’s not even counting all the goodies stashed in our freezer ‘just in case’. And we’ve only had a week of snow.
I noted a few years ago that it’s dangerous to wear stretch pants on road trips. But it’s much worse than that: I’ve been schlepping around in stretch pants all winter, and I’ve just realized my comfy pants have been conspiring with the snow, too. Now I’m afraid to try on my jeans — I’m not sure I want to know what’s been going on behind my back(side).
Get out the forklift; I might need a boost up these stairs…
Book 18 progress: I’m partway through Chapter 1, and Aydan is finding out how hard Stemp’s job really was. But most of my recent time has been spent producing a book trailer for the series — and I’ve just finished it, woohoo! Watch for it in my next post and on my Facebook page!