Food (????)
Since returning to the States in June, I think I’ve gained back every bit of weight I lost in Morocco. This process has been repeated several times over the past four years, since there are factors on each side that contribute.
States
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- I like to bake : cookies, pies, brownies, bread, you name it.
- I like to cook : particularly Italian food like chicken parmigiana. (Not exactly low fat, either - olive oil and butter galore)
- I love Mountain Dew. (Have I mentioned that before? I love how the holiday packaging makes it look like a present.)
- I love chocolate.
Morocco
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- I have to traverse 9 flights of stairs to get from my room at the top of the hotel to the kitchen downstairs.
- When I’m in the city, I walk everywhere.
- When I’m in the “bled”, or “arobiya,” I hike a lot.
- I hardly eat, because a lack of variety in my food kills my appetite. My daily diet in Rabat was a bottle of Sidi Harazem, yogurt, tea, a sandwich from a street vendor, and maybe some koutoubia sausage with onions.
November 29th, 2006 at 8:06 am
I have never had the chance to go to Morocco, but I understand your situation.
When I am in town, I walk everywhere or bike. While I love living in the country, I miss being able to walk to everything I want.
And yes, it is sneaky how Mt. Dew is decorated this time of year.
November 29th, 2006 at 5:37 pm
I hear ya sister. I went home for a month & I swear I packed on 5 kilos. I fear the holidays …
November 30th, 2006 at 3:05 pm
LOL - Just arrived back in Australia for two months eating and everyone keeps asking “Are you okay? You are SO SO thin!” - Yeah, well, I have to agree with Liosliath and Cat - all those stairs. The Fez Medina is an aerobic workout, just getting to the hanout (yep, Cat, Berber) and back is slimming.
Mind you, the upside is that I can outwalk most of my fat aussie friends.
December 2nd, 2006 at 6:17 pm
Ha, Samir, what you describe sounds so familiar - but wait a minute, Aussies are fat? I thought my compatriots here in the States were the fat ones - all the Aussies and Kiwis I met in Morocco were healthy (not waif thin, which is cool), tan, and had charming temperaments.