Winter, finally...

Two weeks into the new year, so what about your resolutions? Still working? Still realising them? No? Well, I was clever enough to not even start this bullshit in the first place, so I neither kept them nor broke them. 
Well, to be frank for a change and not george, I wanted to do a new-year-cleansing which is exactly the same as a NY resolution except that I renamed it and can be smug about other people failing to keep up their plans for 2017. What I wanted to do was simply live healthy for a week or two (so one) which simply included getting up every morning at the same time, take meals at the same time of day, do sport three times a week...etc, etc, etc...
I think making plans always backfires because for me it seems like my body hears my brain manifest these plans and flicks into rebel-mode and during a week where I wanted to do all the above mentioned things, I go to McDonald's three times although I hardly go anymore, I cannot get myself up to do any sort of exercise and am suddenly so extremely tired that I find myself in bed most of the time, watching Youtube videos. It's horrible, but unlike most people with their resolutions, I surrender and accept that I am not perfect and know there will be weeks where I will be perfectly able to fulfil the above given tasks. So, no harm done.

Also, I have to tell you, mainly to cause jealousy, that the winter has finally arrived and Innsbruck is covered under a thick blanket of snow. We've done the whole programme - well, at least regarding the few things I do outside in winter as I consider it to be a time where you should only be sitting inside, sipping cocoa and reading, which is why I love the season. Still, my man and I went to the park and had a snowball fight, I went sledding with my dogs, which is always dangerous because Sofy grabs my calf and tries to drag me off the sledge whereas Lily, my old dog, just tries not to be run over. It's all very entertaining. 
As most people know, I don't ski. I have never understood the appeal of standing on two wooden boards and sliding down a hill, but, hey, different tastes I guess. 
Also, our oven is still broken and has been for three months now and neither the landlord nor the management seem to care, so I will have to call them tomorrow again - my horror scenario - and take up a more serious tone - no, wait, that is actually my horror scenario, especially as the management woman is painstakingly nice so that it is nearly impossible to be mean to her. I assume these are just the hardships of adulthood and when I think I will have to deal with situations like these all my life, I am honestly considering to crawl back into my mummy's womb and start all over again because adulthood sucks... 
But to end on a cheery note, some pics of the winter wonderland I call my home at the moment. Enjoy, and don't forget to sip your cocoa. 

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