I grew up in a very cold house. My dad had no tolerance for heat and worked outside. He wanted the house very cold when he finally got home. We lived in Texas where at that time, electricity was cheap. It was not unusual for me to wear long sleeves in my house in the summer. To complicate things, the window unit was in my bedroom. My parents' room was next door. They would put a fan in the hall outside my door to redirect the cold air to their room at night, and in the meantime, I'd be sleeping under blankets.

All of which means -- I LOVE THE COLD! We are going camping in Colorado next week just so I can sleep outdoors all snuggly under blankets in the 40-50 degree night air. Can't wait!

For me it has been a major adjustment to get accustomed to leaving our air at 80 during the day. We drop it to 76 at night and use a ceiling fan. My husband grew up in a hot house because his dad didn't like to use the electricity to cool it down, so my husband can sleep with it warm. Not I!

So heat really does me in. And now that I'm out in it more (having fun) I'm reaping the benefits of loss of appetite. Hey, I can handle this!

And you're right -- I'm drinking lots of water!