Gunthor is back. For those not in the know, Gunthor is kinda an alter-ego of mine, one that becomes apparent during winter depression time. He personifies all the carb-craving, sleep-wanting, grouchy, weight-gaining, primative changes that come over my body and my personality as the days wane and the cold air forces me inside. If you ask me about Gunthor in the summer, I'll just look at you like you've said something odd - my summer happiness makes the possibility of a Gunthor seem impossible. But surely as the days grow shorter and the leaves start to fall, he stirs within me and surfaces with a grumble.
Yesterday was a bad Gunthor day. B and I did a 30 mile bike ride and Gunthor was along for the ride, growling the whole way. When we stopped, he wanted a nap. We decided to get pizza half way, but the shop was closed so we couldn't - which set up a full Gunthor carb-craving that was only satisfied by pizza for dinner (mmm, breadsticks dipped in garlic butter, maybe I'll have the leftovers for breakfast).
Like most Autumns, I am restless. I forget about the sensation until it is here - I am unable to settle on one thing, wandering around the house - I wonder if it is my animal self looking for a perfect den to hibernate in. The food craving spikes and I want to eat everything in sight, especially high carb foods like breads and chips. And I don't want to exercise. I'd gotten into excellent shape, begun enjoying my routine, but now Gunthor wants to gain weight and not exercise and fights me all the way. And sleep, blessed sleep - can't get enough of it.
Monday, October 22, 2007
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2 comments:
Put the Kettle chips down! Just walk away! My own Gunthor is ascendant, so I truly feel you. Fortunately, this year, my Gunthor is more "epic wrath" than "carb-craving."
Love,
Shadow/J
Epic wrath? Sounds fascinating. And quite dangerous. Gotta hear the story behind that.
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