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.

Comments

[nute.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the phenomenon of "heat wave" plus "living close to large body of water". We're getting the exact same thing here.

[seraangel.livejournal.com]

Blarg. The thing I'm not looking forward to is the humidity. I feel your pain. Being in Washington DC during summer was like being hit by a wet blanket every time you walked out the door.

[hex-16.livejournal.com]

That's because all of it came HERE. :P

[erindubitably.livejournal.com]

Give me 40 degrees Celsius as dry heat and I'm fine, but 30 with humidity? Ugh, kill me.

I'm with you there. It should be in my genes to tolerate humidity but I just can't anymore. I melt.

[ferox.livejournal.com]

Re fan: it's just basically just moving hot air around. I had the same trouble last night.

Should we take inventory of your closet this weekend, make a list?

[deathpixie]

*sighs* Yeah, it's inventory/toss out time. I've been stubbornly hoping I would shift the weight before it came to buying summer clothes, but it's not going anywhere and I'm tired of trying things out and then loathing myself first thing in the morning. I need a couple of pairs of light pants, at least. Oh and hemming needs to happen - I was too tired and hot to remember last night.

[ferox.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I remembered at like. Eleven. Which was not helpful... heat make brain go mush.

Not necessarily toss out; a good portion of it you can put into "storage" for fall. Do you have any room under the bed? If I can shift some things around I may be able to lend you a lock-lid under bed whatsit, so the kitties can't get into it.

Pants are kind of a bummer, but we'll try to find sales. And tops can often transfer to a size smaller afterwords with some subtle tweaking that I'll help with. No worries, love.

Morning loathing - I hear you on that one - is the opposite of fun.

[trishalynn.livejournal.com]

^And here. I would love to give it back to you, econ_cat!

[trishalynn.livejournal.com]

I successfully combat "morning loathing" by not having a full-length mirror or a scale in my apartment. There's no place for the former (my bathroom door is a pocket sliding door, there's tile on half of the bathroom walls, and every other door has stuff hanging on it) and I keep forgetting to buy the latter.

The funny part is that since I moved to NYC almost 6 full years ago, I've managed to stay 10 lbs. over/under a certain weight. Hooray for walking cities and being malnutritioned!

[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.