Schilittening myself towards obesity

It was dumping down this morning. Big fat snowflakes - each one the size of a small hamster.

Ironically, there was too much snow for skiing. We couldn't see the snow for the snow. So we hired schilittens (toboggans) and did the Bussalp to Grindelwald sled run instead.

"They are easy to steer" said friendly young Rolf at the hire shop.

Yeah right! I found the best way of stopping was to 'schilitten' myself into a snow drift. Not elegant. But effective.

Most importantly, I beat Steve in the race to the bottom! (Not that I am in any way competitive in nature...)

However it now belatedly occurs to me that this might not be a good thing. It could mean I'm now HEAVIER than Steve after eating too much of absolutely everything for the past two weeks.

In contrast, despite mainlining croissants for two weeks, Steve still looks like a racing anchovy.

Well that sucks! I'd best have another gluhwein and bratwurst to console myself...