There honestly is something valid behind the idea of desensitization.
I feel about this often as chilly air starts whipping through our part following months of blistering heat and sunshine.
The transition is severely rapid, and it never seems like there’s enough time for my body to get accustomed to the rapid air temperature change, however during this time, I often try to force my system to adapt to this modern climate. I will seek out chilly temperatures and expose myself to the unpleasant air conditions, in order to build up some stamina and tolerance for the looming chilly air. It’s severely uncomfortable, and I don’t care about this practice of purposely chilly myself at all. However, I know that I need to get through it or else the winter season is going to feel unbearably chilly and desubstantial. It’s not difficult for me to become affixed at the hip to my central boiler if I cannot tolerate to the low outdoor air temperatures. Often times, for mental stamina, I feel back to my youthful mornings working at horse barns. Back in the morning, I was more than glad to run around outside in the dead of winter. I would be bundled up in many layers, even though I was still chilly chilly to the point that I couldn’t feel my fingers or toes. The horse barns were completely unheated, and there was no source of hot relief. At that time, I knew that it was best to just jump out of the vehicle and plummet into dire chilly air. After a few minutes of shivering and painful muscle tensing, my body would become accustomed to the intensively chilly air. As a sensitive adult, I always tried to channel these cold-weather experiences. Even separate from any source of modern heating, I always had a unbelievable morning working on the farm.
