Crapuary

I don’t like January: it’s cold, wet, grey, dull. It’s really any adjective you can find to describe blah. This is always the time of year when I just look and feel like crap. The last reserves of vitamin D have dried up; the summer tan is a faint memory; and SADS has set in.

At the end of every summer I tell myself I am not returning to the tanning beds the next year; but I always do. Why? It’s hard to imagine feeling crappy and looking pasty white when you are sun-kissed and feeling good as the summer months draw to a close. Then I look in the mirror at this time of year, realise I need some sun, and then further realise that sun and warmth are still months away.

But, I really want to avoid the fake n’ bake this year – perhaps this is another one of those New Year’s resolutions I don’t make – and take advantage of any sunny day thrown my way from here on in. Of course that is a real luxury at this time of year. The forecast for this weekend, however, looks promising. It’s supposed to be sunny and about 9 or 10 degrees (Celsius), which is beautiful weather for January; so I’ve decided any sunny weekend to get outdoors. It could be going for a walk or hike by myself, with Colin, or with friends. This weekend it could even be warm enough for a game of tennis; anything that gets me outdoors into the sun, and soaking up that precious vitamin D.