There is nothing I like better than warm weather, but I am melting like mochi in the hot pot of the pacific.
I constantly feel like I am at that exact point before sweat. Too hot and no breeze to bring me relief. The famous Hawaii trades seem to have shriveled up and died. The acid in my stomach sits right in my throat as if to taunt me further with any possible burning sensation. My feet radiate about 5 degrees hotter than the rest of my body.
All day long I eat popsicles, gorge on fruit, make trips for ice cream, and chug milk (this may be why I’ve gained 8 pounds in 4 weeks). I take multiple cold showers. I keep the fan pointed on me every second. I loathe washing the dishes or even moving around in general. We wade at the beach. Kahana Valley’s ice cold pools barely make a dent in my temperature. We eat dinner outside.
At night I eat Tums every few hours and chug more milk at 2 in the morning. I am never cold and leave sweat puddles on the bed. Jake isn’t even warmer than me.
I’ve considered nudity. Ice shoes. Driving to town just so I can sit in the air conditioned car. There is no end to my nutty ideas.