Baby it's cold outside!

This post is in honor of the frigid temperatures of late. For a while now I have been preaching that I would rather be cold than hot -- you can always add more layers, but you reach a point when you're hot when you can take off no more! However, a coworker and a taxi driver have made me reconsider my stance. As the cabbie who overcharged me the day relayed to me: "you can always find a pool to jump in to or an air conditioned place to cool off in." This seems logical, I tried to rationalize why I had yet to think like this and tried to convince myself my original beliefs still held strong. I guess part of it may be that my last apartment did not have air conditioning and fans can only do so much -- sitting in a bath of cold water doesn't seem like that much fun... long live cold over hot, for sure.

As someone who eats ice on a regular basis -- yes it may be a border line addiction. But as I would say to my Mom when she would bug me about my ice chewing, "there are much worse things I could be addicted to!" So, I have decided to look in eating ice as I have met some fellow ice chewers in my days and I should probably face the issue. Is it an oral fixation as people would tease? Or is it an iron deficiency? Let's investigate:

According to wikipedia, who I feel a little let down by in this investigation, ice chewing may be a form of Pica known as Pagophagia. Pica being a disorder where one eats something(s) that has no nutritional value. Ice chewing is sometimes believed to be associated with an iron deficiency, where I may have, when I was younger I had an iron deficiency at some point. In my case, it may just be that it has become a habit and I have an addictive personailty... who knows.

Stay warm out there!