“It’s spring Boo Boo!” said Yogi Bear. Yeah whatever. What did he know? Bears are supposed to hibernate. They are supposed to build up fat to survive the winter, and grow hair too. It’s what they do. It’s their look!
So what’s with the Yogi I found in the mirror when the calendar declared it was spring?
I don’t think I was prepared for what I would see once the sweatpants came off. (Oh I keep up with personal hygiene, good grief- I don’t actually live in the cave with Yogi.) I honestly thought that by now the chocolate would have worn off just by wearing “sweat” pants. Don’t they all come with that innate promise, to “sweat” off the bad stuff?
I’m sorry, but I’m just old enough to think that if you live in New England, you have an inalienable right to gain weight during the winter. How else are we supposed to keep warm? And by the way, with more than 8 feet of snow, what do you think kept most of us from jumping out the window? Exactly- chocolate, and… chocolate martinis. (A note on that jumping comment- wouldn’t have worked anyway, there was too much snow!)
But I digress. This Yogi phenomenon ought to be studied by someone.
How can an otherwise attractive, fashionable woman enter the winter loaded with self-control and some semblance of discipline, and emerge a puffy, fluffy Yogi Bear kind of woman? I can cut my hair but the rest is going to take some time, quite some time I suspect.
There’s only one thing to explain it all – must be something in the snow.
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