Anyway, it all had me thinking about keeping warm. We keep our house between 66*- 68* during the day, and down to 64* at night. Now, while DH and Pumpkin are just fine, I am constantly freezing. I'm not talking about a little cold here. I tend to wear 3-5 layers of clothing, and sometimes put my coat on. I sleep in just as many layers, and then sleep under lots of bedclothes. I currently have this on my bed:
- a sheet
- a light woven blanket
- a medium-weight polyester-based blanket
- a sheet
- a filled comforter
Today, even though I am wearing three layers (including a fleece pullover), I am still cold. This afternoon, I caved and hopped on the glider to walk for 20 minutes. Though I hadn't wanted to move around much while my stomach is all upset, it really helped to warm me up. I feel much better now, in the warmth department.
I just wonder why I am always so darned cold. DH used to think that it was cute how I was always so chilly and he'd use me to keep himself cooler. The novelty of it has worn off by now though, and I have to be sure to keep my socks on at all times lest I shock him out of his sleep.
Hey, I thought that fluffy girls were supposed to be better insulated, hence, warmer! My mom always complains about being cold, but she didn't start doing that until she lost a ton of weight through gastric bypass surgery. I can understand being cold if a gal is all skin and bones, but me?! I am a thick, solid gal. It seems strange that I should be huddled under the blankets, practically shaking with cold, while everyone else is toasty and warm.