On the one clawed-paw, it allows ma’habocath to bike through even subzero temps as any cardio will produce enough body heat to be like donning a second coat. If he’s not biking, he can just run in place for a minute to warm up for several.
On the other, it makes it impossible to enjoy hot food and drink; this one’s coffee and tea must be lukewarm before he can ingest (imbibing quickly before it gets cold), lest it make him uncomfortably sweaty if even it can get past his tongue without a scalding. And furthermore this makes summer exercise or any other activity in the summer (indoors or out) a horror, whether or not he turns on the AC — in which case the horror is in that month’s electric bill!
But at least ma’hab can greatly enjoy two seasons* whereas many seem only to love the extremes of summer or winter**.
* Spring and autumn, the transitional ones, which fits this one’s personality and proclivities very well; this one feels himself and life entire as endless evolution with neither a beginning nor ending static state that can be boxed and labeled.
** This is where it differs for ma’habocath, for it only happens to be that he likes extremes. For instance: rock, metal, techno, electronica, and so on must be heavy (not necessarily fast); and pop, ambient, contemporary, soundscapes, and so forth must be light (not necessarily slow); and most anything between fails to stir this one’s soul.