Nice weather is bad for your health and here's why

I don't know about you, but when it's summer, I usually have three hangovers a day. I feel stuffed from all the bitterballen. I don't remember what the gym looks like inside anymore. Not even from the outside, by the way.

Summer is disastrous for my healthy life. Every day there's something fun to do and yes, with this exceptionally nice weather, you have to do something fun every day. And something fun quickly ends up on the terrace where the rosé flows like water from a carafe and the sixteen wheat beers follow each other happily. Then the bitter snacks. Yes, you can say ‘uh, I would like a salad in this warm weather’, but they don't exactly have that on every terrace by the water. They do have fiery snacks. Spring rolls. Mini cheese soufflés. Yes, and chips, beer, and a bucket of fries. In other words: you gain a neat 6.5 kilos in just four days at 25 degrees plus. That's fine, but not very nice for the bikinis that also need to come out of the closet those days.

Belle and I discussed it extensively at work with just one question: HOW DO PEOPLE DO THIS, SERIOUSLY? How does everyone manage this summer? Because: working every day. But yes, we also want to have a mini drink every day, because sitting inside, come on, we can do that again in November. We want to hang out on a boat, a canal, a lake, a quay, or a raft. Chain smoking. With something nice to drink, please. Or two nice things. We couldn't figure it out. Had we really been drinking with people for a whole week? Yes, a whole week. Seven days in a row. Where we safely hide in our heated houses in winter and dutifully sip tea, we now have to go outside. How then? We're exhausted, but we can't be. We have to keep going. It will remain bone dry in the Netherlands for another two weeks. Oh, great: even more boats, rafts, terraces, and beach clubs.

No, we'll take that autumn. Yes, we know; you can't really say that. You're not supposed to say that as a Dutch person. But we say it anyway. We long for sitting under a blanket on the couch. For pale faces. For rain on the bike. For gray skies. For socks with leather boots. For evenings without having to talk, dance, laugh, flirt, and sway. For our trendy raincoat with a thick sweater underneath. Then we finally feel, finally just normal, healthy again. Fortunately. Well, guys, good news. On to September 23. That's only 77 days of counting down. Thank God.