I live in Ontario, Canada...an area that offers tons of outdoors-y things. From hiking, to snowmobiling, to skiing (on itty-bitty hills that are called 'mountains'). But first, snow shoveling.
I haven't pulled out the shovel in quite a while because my weight didn't allow me to help much in that way. I would do the absolute minimum, and then hide out inside. This year, I was kind of intrigued to see how much easier it would be. Because, yes, I'm an idiot.
You know what's not easy? Snow shoveling. I likely got further in the process before feeling like I had to puke, and I didn't give up. I did, however, collapse into a snowbank and vow to never move again - unless it was to a warm climate.
My husband was able to pull me out of the snow bank when he got home from work, otherwise I might still be there.
Pictured: pre-shoveling experience and then a less-enthused selfie.
24 hours later and my arms still feel the pain. New plan: only lift warm mugs of hot chocolate, enjoy the snow from inside, and do some Christmas baking.