Eat, Pray, Love... or just Eat, then Eat some more

I know how cheesy it is I am using this, I'm sure already jaded movie/book title, to talk about my journey to the never-never and back but it's SOO true and simple.

Eat: I gained almost 20 L-B-S while in South America. Hush, I'm still self-conscious about it. Nothing fits. Not one thing, I've been walking around Florence in Sweat Pants and T-shirts pretending to be going or coming from the Mcleod Health and Fitness Center. Lies. While in Punta Arenas, Chile (where I lived for the four months) I ate bread, loads of it. Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner... freakin' pan (bread).

Then... the bicentenial arrived and I was introduced to "typical" Chilean food... deep friend and greasy goodness.

Then... then... I went to Argentina for the first time and ate gelato everday, buffets of meat and discovered blue cheese for the first time in 3 months.

Then... then... then... I traveled to three different countries in one week and ate all their staple dishes. Uruguays is pictured above... I ate one of these sandwhiches everyday I was in Uruguay (thank goodness it was only for two days).

Don't even get me started on Argentina's food. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. I firmly believe the Angels killed the cow, and then God grilled the beef therefore an Amen Brotha is in order here.

Moment of silence for beef in Argentina

Finally, I came home to Christmas. Well, you're getting the picture.

Eat. I did.

More or pray and love later.