There’s something about the nip in the air, the frost on the lawn, the crunch of leaves underfoot, the smell of pine trees, the sound of ski’s on snow, the velvet touch of a reindeer’s nose…(okay, I’m going too far now) that makes me reach for the cooking pot. As I write, there’s a pot in the oven full of stew and dumplings and the aroma wafting from the kitchen is making me drool all over the keys.
The trouble is, we writers have a huge problem, and believe me, mine is getting huger by the day – Writer’s Bottom. For those who don’t know, that term refers to the fact that writers sit on their derrière for hours every day, typing away, while their bottom and other bits go without exercise.
Now in the summer it’s not so bad because a brisk walk seems quite appealing, but as we move into the rain, sleet , snow, hail and hurricane season it’s much nicer to sit inside by a warm computer and stock up on the fifty tons of stodge that I seem to crave. I mean, I get the reason why we as humans needed to put down layers of fat to see us through the winter back in the day, but nowadays there’s no excuse. Even so, when winter comes, I consume enough to see a grizzly bear through a Canadian winter.
As well as the aforementioned stew and dumplings, there’s sausage and mash, sometime with cauliflower cheese, heart-warming pasta, sometimes with garlic bread, cake, biscuits, chocolate, (and wine, though wine consumption is pretty much unaffected by the seasons). And that’s just for breakfast…
I am a fairly sane person, though some might dispute that, and do know what happens when I eat this stuff. But something about winter makes me disregard that nagging little voice in my head that whispers, step away from the biscuits, the chocolate, the dumplings, etc. I’m wondering if anyone else has this compulsion to stuff themselves stupid at this time of year? If yes, do you have any tips to share about making the little voice nag a bit louder?
I know there are some very sensible writers out there who mange to stay slim and enjoy exercise, (shudder.) Amongst this fine community of Choc Lit writers, I know for a fact that there is a hula hooper and a zumba wumba, to name but two. Even though I realise this is the way forward… I just can’t seem to be sensible. And don’t even get me started on Christmas eating…so, what’s the answer? I’d love to know.