A few years ago I made a concentrated effort to house a parasite in my intestines. It's true. Another missionary in Chile had contracted a parasite by eating some goat cheese and lost 30 lbs- which is when I suddenly developed a love for queso de cavera (goat cheese) Now before you judge me for being superficial by putting my health at risk in order to lose weight- here's what I looked like-
Yes, that is me, in all my plaid glory at age 22. You may wonder what possessed me to wear such a jumper every other day for 18 months- I had to wear a dress and ride a bike in a country who's inhabitants water their dirt, and this beauty could camouflage bike grease and filth with ease. Those were good years in Chile. I was very happy despite looking like a candidate for extreme makeover. Getting the weight off post mission took some time. I never did get a parasite, I lost weight the hard way- that whole eat less work out more fad.
Though this girl in Chile is now unrecognizable(thank heaven), I'm still metabolically challenged. Brent and I like 80% of Americans want to lose some weight in the New Year. Yesterday we got a big help from Rubio's Fish Tacos, located in the food court of the San Diego airport, which so lovingly gave us the Christmas gift of food poisoning.
I've been begging for a quick death since 2 am this morning. I will never eat at Rubios again, but on the sunny side I can't think of a better way kick off a diet than a day of vomiting, diarrhea, and the inability to eat solids.