Afraid of winter bacon? Completely unfounded! That's not there.
Whenever I think about it, I've been trimmed from an early age to have "no stomach". I remember exactly how I stood in tights and piggy-gloss jersey on the ballet bar? five years old. "Belly in!", It sounded for the umpteenth time through the room. Like a military command, only untyped with the sounds of classical music. The ballet trainer, a very elegant and very upright sergeant, strode along the row again and again with a fiery Kotrolllblick. And then stopped with me. There he was again, that long, slender finger with the pointed lacquered fingernail that snapped on my little belly to drill into his heart: "BELLY PURE!" At home too, we made sure that we eat well. And so I learned it very early: "Watch out when it gets cold, then come the winter bacon!"
Winterspeck does not even exist
If you google "Winterspeck" on the internet, you will find the wildest theses. That we fix it so as not to freeze. That in winter we fall into a kind of metabolic winter sleep. More hungry. Less desire for exercise. And anyway. It has long been proven: winter bacon does not exist. That's what Finnish researcher Elina Helander found out. In fact, it is simply not true that we all increase in the winter. From October to December 23, statistically nothing happens on German hips. But then, then it starts. What happens then has little to do with winter. The problem is the holidays. Depending on the relevant holidays, people around the globe are watching when it gets sociable. Americans around Thanksgiving, Germans around Christmas, people in Japan are getting chubby in May. So just when it's time to party. What we call Winterspeck, should actually be called holiday bacon.
And now?
The good news is that in that sense there is a solution against the Wampe: Holiday escape. In December to Japan, then back before May, and already there is no hip gold anymore. Sounds almost tempting if we did not miss the best! And that definitely goes too far! Should I ever again "BELLY PURE!" I would "BAUCH RAUS!" Back to scream. After all, one should rather proudly show the whole world: I can celebrate! And how can I!
