After spending my first months here considering the Sun an enemy, its return is a most welcome event. Short day light cycles appear to be hell on the local population, and still more pronounced on baseball latinos. For months the Rio de la Plata was an open air seasonal affective disorder asylum. Thusly when warm days started to return and my brain woke up, I discovered that I had myself become stuck in the process of becoming a fat sad sack. My street food diet and ample walking during the hostel days while depleting fat didn't exactly spare lean upper body mass either. The body by Home Depot I brought to Uruguay... se fue. También experimenting with the local grocery stores and having a kitchen was burying my chances to be a cosmonaut candidate in an adipose assault.
Who could possibly come to the rescue? The Peruana! And the healthy Latin culture of fatshaming packaged as compliments. At somepoint escalating incidents of being called her adorable hog while getting my belly lovingly jiggled flipped a bit and got turned into a call to action. But where to find upper body exercise without wet bagged mulch to toss around?
Buying a bunch of weight and a bench didn't seem like a very prudent move considering the space it would take in the apartment along with the possibility of leaving Uruguay for another adventure in the medium term, even if the medium term is measured in years. Might as well put the recent weight gain to work. Thusly the gymnasium of floor was inaugurated, accompanied by a knotted blanket for incline rows in the bathroom door frame until I get around to finding a pull up bar.
The Peruana has been an increasingly good influence.1 Trying to get me to run, pushing me to consume vegetables beyond the obligatory fistfull of frozen stuff tossed into rice while it cooks. She also tries to get me to give running a try when we pasear por la rambla, but one thing at a time. I've also learned that as opposed to back home where the distinction between soups and stews was flexible, here the difference is enforced more rigidly. At least by her.
Anyways, nights are still chilly, weather that allows getting shirtless sun on the balcony is a nice change of pace, and structured Spanish lessons resume next week.
- Her concern for my well being has increased noticably in the post "shore leave" era as her once firm conviction that a gringa must be involved somewhere has faded. [↩]