This is how it starts. Then you'll slowly start making excuses not to scrounge firewood, blaming poor weather conditions on not wanting to split anything. Then you'll realize ethanol gas jammed your saw's carb up since you never run it anymore. Cobwebs will begin to cover your wood burner and you'll be eating a bowl of ice cream as the oil man comes to fill up your tank. You'll start vociferously reading t.v. guide and loudly verbally reacting to Oprah's snarky comments as you religiously watch her program. All the while your manboobs get bigger and bigger.