I started my (latest) diet just over a year ago, in mid-November 2003, right before the holiday season. Yes, before — I know, I am, in fact, crazy.

At any rate, I started losing weight around this time, but by Christmas I was still over 200 lbs. I think. I’m not sure and I don’t really want to go back and dig through my notes from the time.

At any any rate, what I’m getting as is that this, November 2004, is my first “thin” (and I use that term advisedly — I’m only really “thin” from the perspective of where I’ve been) (where was I? Oh, right) — this is my first “thin” winter.

And, without my normal layer of insulating blubber, IT. IS. SO. FREAKING. BITTER. COLD. Great grandiloquent Gehenna! How do actual thin people stand this? I feel as though the wind is CUTTING. THROUGH. MY. BONES. like a freakin’ bone saw chilled to just below absolute zero. And I dressed (ha! I thought!!!) warmly today — two t-shirts, a black hoodie, lined winter coat, stocking cap… And yet, and yet, no. Just no. It’s still COLD.

Gloves, and scarf, and maybe long underwear… yeah, yeah, that’s it. I need more layers. To make up for the layers I’ve lost.