I'm not a bear, or a frog, or a squirrel, or any of the other creatures that hibernate during the winter. In fact, I think I may be more active in the winter than any other time of the year, in terms of responsibilities and meetings, and the holidays, etc.
But there is something alluring about eating yourself silly then curling up somewhere warm and cozy and letting the world pass you by. Sleeping long nights, down comforters, fire place lit, crocheted afghans, warm fuzzy long socks..
So, that being said, I think I could be a mini hibernator. I think I would like to take a day or two each week, curl up with a book or a hand project and ignore the world. No phone, no computer, no meetings, no responsibilities....But. I know what would happen. I would remember the thing that is due day after tomorrow and all the phone calls that need making. I would worry about a child or grandchild who had been ill, and want to call and check. I would wander over to the computer to just see if one of my kids were on, and find someone that I really needed to find out something from. I wouldn't work. To do it I would need to really get away - like the weekend at Bryce Canyon where we stayed at Ruby's Inn, and Bob and kids hiked and snow shoed and I sat in the room and sewed and watched movies until my mind was all pruney. It was wonderful.
On another note, I have lost 32 pounds since the 1st of Sept. Not as much as I had hoped, but not shabby, either. Next goal - 20 by the end of March. That is a modest goal, and if I'm really good, I should be able to do better than that, but we'll see. I fit in my clothes better, but haven't really dropped a size. I can walk at a brisker pace and should start walking for exercise soon. Maybe.