Hola again to anybody checking in here. Things are going well, if slowly...we are still deciding exactly where we want to buy land to build our house. The village, or a little further out? There are some lovely places close to the lake with amazing views of the mountains. If we went there it would be a bus trip to the village (easy) and more land. If we buy in the village we are close to everything, and can easily get to the lake. Decisions!
Still haven't managed to weigh myself. No idea if I'm the same as I was, or less. My body is changing. Since I've been walking even more than usual - up mountains etc - and started doing yoga again, my abdomen is becoming much flatter. I can't believe the amount of energy I have. The other day we were late for the bus so I RAN flat out down the street to see if it was coming...arrived not puffed at all...felt great.
I retain a (hopefully) irrational fear that all the fat I have lost will somehow reappear overnight. In fact this could only happen if I dedicated myself to over-eating on a grand scale, which I have no intention of.
However I realise I need to be extremely strong in the face of this different food culture, which has little sense of what is healthy or unhealthy...overloads of sugar abound, and nobody wants to eat at sensible times.
I am having some success at re-training this household, though. My ideal eating schedule is: a very small breakfast around 10am, eg piece of wholemeal toast and an egg. Main meal of the day around 2-3pm, protein and complex carbs. Another light meal around 8pm, protein and veges.
I try to not eat sugary stuff, but on non-fast days I am often tempted by some version of dulce de leche, which is far too good to completely ignore.
I am also thoroughly enjoying the magnificent Argentine Malbec wines.
The promised dog story. Last week I was walking with a friend up a steep mountain road behind El Bolson. (We'd had to leave the house-bus at the bottom because we'd stuffed the brakes coming down from the snow the week before.)
Suddenly a large dog materialised right beside me, greeting me by putting his head against my hip and looking right into my eyes.
This dog was, astonishingly, the image of my beloved old mongrel Wolf, who died in 1981. (Wolf was an unusual looking dog: the size of a German Shepherd but lighter, with a long strawberry-blonde coat, black 'kohl' round his eyes and on the tips of his standing-up ears, and a beautiful flag of a tail.)
It was as if my old dog had walked out of my dreams to come say hello to me again. Of course I could not help but give him a cuddle! He walked with us for about five minutes, then melted back into the forest. Magic.
Happy fasting to you all ;