We got a dog a couple of years ago and, despite a pretty radical haircut, he really feels the heat. He slinks from shadow to shadow and can only play for a short while before flaking out.
I know how he feels. While I was fat I was completely unable to cope with sunshine. Heat was bad but sunshine was worse, I was trapped, like the dog, inside a thick layer of insulation which made it hard to bear. Being fat, of course, there was only a very limited extent to which I was prepared to shed clothes in order to cope. It was just horrible.
I was reflecting on that memory last week when, I was startled to find, I was only only OK in the sunshine but actually enjoyed it. The feeling of the heat on my skin was pleasurable. I finally had a real need for sun cream.
I have the opposite problem in winter, of course. But a simple pleasure I never thought I would have.
Roll on summer!
Suddenly thinner 