I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly / though it's not easy to tell you goodbye
Despite all the good food we were fed (and thus ate) in Peru, I came home to find that I'd lost 4 pounds. Wow! If only weight loss were always that easy! You can eat as much as you want and still lose weight because you're expending so much energy. It's just not fair that one of my favorite forms of exercise -- hiking up and down for miles amidst beautiful mountains and rivers -- is virtually impossible anywhere within 200 miles of Houston.
In all seriousness though, I was really surprised to find that I'd lost weight, because I know I was eating a lot. So I tried to think about what I did differently, and came up with the following:
- Lots of tea (mostly coca).
- Very little coffee.
- Lots of water.
- Very little soda.
- Lots of soup.
- Very few prepackaged foods or snacks.
It's really too bad that it's illegal to import coca tea to the U.S. That stuff was awesome.

I noticed the same thing. Lost about 6 pounds. I don't know how to keep it off now that I am sitting at a desk 12 hours a day. Only my fingers seem to get exercise.
I noticed my walking stick beside my dresser this morning and my world felt momentarily split. Immersed in one, it is hard to imagine that I was ever in the other. I remember this feeling once before in my life, but it was only after about 6 months of living in Kenya. How did it happen so fast in Peru?