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" These cold and dark months pain me. They&amp;#039;re grim, enervating, and agonizing, and they feel as if they might never end. I begin to feel that I&amp;#039;m living in Westeros, where the winter can last twenty years or more\u2014and that&amp;#039;s without being attacked by ice zombies.  When my life force is almost extinguished by this kind of weather, only one thing will keep me alive: reckless, shameless, orgiastic self-indulgence. My id gets free rein when the mercury drops, and I attack my pleasures with abandon. The windows close and the lights come on, and there&amp;#039;s nothing I won&amp;#039;t eat, smoke, drink, or bathe in. Enormous pans of hash browns, sizzling away in bacon fat; boxes of mint-flavored Oreos, ripped open savagely; tall bongs filled with yellowish water and stained with peanut butter\u2013befouled hands; and, of course, the Three Ps of winter: pizza, pudding, and pornography. Living through the winter, not to a healthy old age, is my priority when the darkness descends, when the cold sets in. It should be yours, too. There&amp;#039;s always time to repent and repair when the world comes back to life.  MORE: Read our entire post-winter fitness plan, with workouts, creative coping mechanisms, and even hamburgers, here. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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