I can’t say no. I simply can’t. It’s cold. And I’m getting fat. It’s not that I’m inactive- well, I sort of am, because I don’t want to be outside- so I’m hurrying through my chores and not riding. Warmth. I crave warmth. I can’t bring myself to eat a salad. Who wants a cold, crunchy salad, when it’s cold and crunchy outside? Not me. Noooooooo. I need soup. Chili. Black bean stew. Tortilla. Spaghetti. Enchiladas. Omg. That’s what I’m cooking for dinner! I just decided. But what am I going to eat for lunch? I know this much- it must be something warm. And comforting.