Ugh, humidity

[deathpixie]

This week has been an exercise in why there are parts of Toronto summer I really dislike, and why I actually enjoy winter. Yes, I know, I'm Australian and we're supposed to worship summer. I am, however, not from Queensland or any of the other tropical parts of the Wide Brown Land, and humidity is not something I'm good at. Give me 40 degrees Celsius as dry heat and I'm fine, but 30 with humidity? Ugh, kill me.

The worst part is trying to sleep. The fan helps a bit, but not by a lot. That and trying to find something to wear that a) won't make me hot and b) still fits. Apparently I'm a size larger than last summer. And the strike means all the council-run pools are closed, the bastards.

My only Michael Jackson related comment is this - at least we know what it takes now to break the Internet.

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[deathpixie]

It's not the mirror. It's the fact I can't physically wear clothes I was able to last summer. I don't need a mirror to loathe my body.

Some days I hate myself for the weight gain it's frightening.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bounce_/]

Yeah. *hugs* It's the surprise aspect of it all - you know bits and pieces of clothes don't fit any more and even the bits and pieces of summer clothes which are in the year round wardrobe and yet, it's always devestating to come to that moment where turns out that more things than you thought didn't fit.