I know you’re reading this from under a blanket. I’m there with you. But you have to move. Wiggle your toes. Do ankle circles. Tap your feet like you’re hearing a song only you can hear. It forces blood through those frozen little piggies.
Stand up and march in place for thirty seconds. I know it looks silly. I know your cat is judging you. Do it anyway. You’ll feel a rush of warmth. It’s like jumpstarting a car, but for your feet.
Even a quick walk to the kitchen counts. The act of moving is the act of not being a cold statue. Embrace the shuffle.
