I LOVE the musical "Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street"! In this musical, a female character who is being held against her will in a house sees a man selling birds on the street and she sings:
"How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate
sitting in cages
never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits
Just beyond the bars...
How can you remain
staring at the rain
maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing
How is it you sing?"
Right now I feel like a bird trapped in a cage but I am desperately trying to sing. Normally this is the part where I bitch and moan about living in Northern NY and how much I hate it and the weather. But I can't even do that this year, because just about everyone is getting nailed with this miserable winter that just won't end.
I keep thinking that there HAS to be a light at the end of the tunnel! There has to be some warm weather coming! And then I look at the extended forecast and it calls for DAY AFTER DAY of cold weather and snow.
I am lucky enough to have a home gym. But after running on the treadmill YET AGAIN yesterday and staring out my window at work and not seeing anything except a huge pile of snow on the ledge? I just feel trapped.
It has given me an opportunity to evaluate my goals and where I am at right now. I am endlessly hovering around 121 pounds. I thought last night that I need to put the scale away for a while, because getting as worked up as I do about NUMBERS is counter-productive, especially since my clothes still fit and I have to believe that these 3-4 pounds that I am over my ideal will come off as soon as I can get outside more. Or they won't. And the world will not end, right?
I hope you all are hanging in there. And if you're one of the lucky ones who actually LIKES the winter and you are out skiing and snow-shoeing, I envy you.
But the first person in the summer who bitches about it being too hot? I'm punching them straight in the face!!!