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Winter, Du Nervst!

As the great German writer and statesman Johann Wolfgang von Goethe once said, “Oh, winter in Berlin, the cruelest of all seasons! If I were but a bear, nestled in my darkest cave, slumbering from November until the very Ides of April.”

Ok, so Goethe didn’t really say that. But if he had, he’d be so right. One winter in Berlin is enough to transform even the most cheerful Pollyanna into a Ms. Gloomy Wednesday for a good five months.

SAD is a real thing, my friends. Oh yes, indeed, it is.

But before you roll your eyes and blame my Berlin winter bitching on a youth spent in The Golden and Grand Canyon State, let me tell you this: In Berlin, even people originally from Siberia think winter here sucks.

Here’s a video with a few visual examples to show you what I’m talking about.

(For a little extra fun, count how many times I say basically, anyway and apparently. Apparently, these three words are basically my favorites in the English language. But, anyway, here’s the video…)

This is the third video I’ve made of me babbling about my life-in-Berlin musings, and I have to admit I’m a little confused about my double chin.

This is what I always look like in the mirror:

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Seriously. The lens-of-denial in my eyes is great at trimming off the pounds. It even adds in a touch of flattering light and attractive misty filters.

Now here’s the 15 (ok, 20) pounds overweight question: Should I continue with my inner photoshop abilities or hit the gym and cut back on wine and chocolate?

Ach, decisions, decisions, decisions. I think I’ll decide come spring. 😉

 

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