I think I've lost weight. Normally when I visit my family, the opposite occurs because I'm an eating machine within access my Mom's and Grandma's kitchens. But a strange thing has happened during this trip. A few days into my trip I started having a terrible upset stomach constantly and I just couldn't eat anything and keep it down. We think we traced the problem to a bad water filter and I've been feeling a little better since we fixed that. But I still haven't been able to eat much for over the last week and so most of my meals have consisted of various flavors of jello or crackers or pretzals and such. And that's it. And I think I've lost weight because I feel lighter and my pants keep falling down.

On an opposing note, my cat has gained weight. I think she eats when she's nervous and is also afraid her food will be taken away. She did this when I first got her two years ago and she ballooned. Eventually she trusted that there would always be food. But being a new location has started her eating constantly and she's definitely heavier.

So there you have it. A fatter Amaya and a thinner Reese and we still have another week and a half til I'm back home in SF.

p.s. This post was written on my phone so forgive any spelling issues.