If I believed in reincarnation, and could choose what I would be in my next life, I’d choose to be a bear. Bears have it figured out.
All summer they lumber through the forest eating berries with honey for breakfast, a fish for lunch, and cleaning up after some hiker who left half a sandwich for dinner. They loll about in the sun, then cool off in the river, then take a nap. After which they get up and eat some more. They get nice and fat and never step on a scale or chastise themselves for not fitting into last year’s bikini.
Fall comes and the days get shorter and the weather gets cold and it’s dreary day after day. But bears have sense enough to go to bed. And stay there. For the winter. They sleep away the days, with nary a worry about freezing pipes, icy roads, going to work in the dark, being snow bound on the weekend. They just sleep. And all of that fat melts away as it keeps them going while they hibernate. The female will even give birth while she snoozes the cold lousy weather away!
Right on time spring arrives and the bear wakes up, all svelte and hungry, and heads out for another great summer.
Makes a lot of sense to me.