I know the plural of anecdote is not data, but…

I’ve been pondering the study that’s been all over the place in the news the past few days about how lower temperatures may stimulate weight loss. It’s not that it doesn’t sound good- save money on heating! Lose weight! At the same time! It’s just that I have a ready made counter example.

I live in an old farmhouse. The upstairs rooms, with only two exceptions (the bathroom and the room that is currently my sister’s bedroom), are not heated. My room, being right next to the chimney, may once have benefited from radiant heat from the chimney. But we don’t use the fireplace, so I don’t get that happy side effect. These rooms have no radiators, no central heat, none of that. In the winter, my room runs in the low to mid 60s (Fahrenheit. If you want C, 17.5-18.) Today, with outside temperatures just barely in the double digits, it’s 61. (16C.) It’s rather nice for sleeping, but if I spend too long here in the evening, I will need a hot water bottle or gloves to keep my fingers from feeling like small, somewhat flexible blocks of ice.

So if this theory is right, I should be naturally thinner and bikini-ready every year come summer. I’m not. I consistently hit 10-15 pounds above my ideal weight. Sadly, any benefit from my body working harder to stay warm is more than offset by the winter hibernation instinct I have- left to its own devices, my body would happily sleep 10+ hours a day, spend the rest of the time in a semi-torpor, and eat ALL the carbs*. This does not an ideal weight make.

Sorry, America, but if you want to work on your waistline, I suspect it takes more than turning down the heat. Diet and exercise still play a big role.

*If I were solely responsible for stocking the fridge/pantry, this calculation might work out differently. Less processed food, less carbs to consume.

Things I saw today

Occasionally, there are days where I miss taking a photo for P365. Then there are days like this, where I am spoilt for choice. My adventures today started out with this over breakfast (with bonus VW convention in the parking lot):

Polar bear!
Why yes, that is a huge polar bear that has been cut in half, wrapped in plastic, and has his head betwixt his own legs.

Then they continued to this Untitled(with a bald eagle along the way, which was sadly too high for me to get a decent picture of)

and finally ended up with this:Hidden pictures (This was taken in my front yard. I feel it might be a public service to create a warning sign with a deer wearing a dunce cap, thereby warning drivers on the road that this area features really stupid deer. I am in fact about as close as it looks in the picture. Also, this deer couldn’t be arsed to move when the car pulled into the driveway, when he was much closer. I predict he’s roadkill before Memorial Day.)

I can not throw this out

1948 edition
“From the standpoint of cost, food is one of the major items in the family budget.”

I spent part of the afternoon digitizing recipes from my grandmother’s recipe files. I call them files, but for anyone who knew my grandmother, they were about as filed as you’d expect- scattered throughout recipe books, clippings, and in completely random places. Mostly I’ve been digitizing and then getting rid of the originals. This one I’m keeping. Whoever compiled the 1948 edition of the Metropolitan Cook Book had a serious fixation on peanut butter. There is a recipe for peanut butter soup. No, really. Peanut butter soup. It is exactly what it sounds like- peanut butter turned into soup. I am preserving this for posterity.