Friday, October 5, 2012

Day 11-16...Confessions

chicken doing dishes
I spent some time in a village in Sikkim (a bit father north).  Sikkim is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen.  It's like Kalimpong but everything is more extreme: the hills are higher, valleys deeper, and during monsoon season there are more landslides than people.  The friends I took with me were all into the kind of diet I am attempting, and several of them had done the Whole 30 a few times, that was encouraging.  But... We were deep in Rice and Lentil territory and so here's where the confession comes in.

from this rock we saw the picture below
I broke it.  I broke the Whole 30... perhaps "smash" is a better word.  I will say that I came prepared to continue but living in the village has it's... challenges.  I never knew where my food was, they kept moving it and eating it.  The police lady in charge of granting me permission to stay in the Dentam District handed me grilled corn and in addition to the fact that it looked delicious, for other reasons I simply could not refuse.  Then of course there's chia which is kind of a meal here 1/3 of which is sugar.  I would love to paint my self as a victim of heartless carb-cannon pirates, but in the end, I choose to stop.

dentam seen from viewpoint shown above
more chiya consumption
I think it was a good call over all since, in order to continue, I would have had to spent the whole day cooking my own special food just for me, and I had many other things to concern myself with, like eight tall, loud, hilarious Alabama Americans (roll tide) living in a Sikkimese village unable to drink the water and in need of toilet paper that I didn't bring, or couldn't find. And so with a little sadness, shame, a deepening belly button, mingled with resolve to begin afresh next year some time, I hereby temporarily declare the answer to this blog's question of whether I will be fit or fat as....   (wait for it)...

drinking Chiya





during a days hike
start 'em young on chiya



our road


fat.
trying our hand at hand grinding corn