Too much food.

Marisa and Lucia think I'm anorexic. They make comments about how I don't eat very much, and Marisa even asked Laura's host mom (her sister) to ask Laura why I don't eat. I swear I eat. Granted, I don't eat very much, but I do eat. The problem with Spain is that when I first got here I never knew what was going to be served or if I would like it (actually this is still a problem...). So I would never say I was terribly hungry just in case the food was disgusting, so that I could lie and say I was full and get away with not eating it. Since I lied a bunch at first, I went hungry a lot and my stomach got really small. Now I just CAN'T eat very much. Which is fine, I've lost 20 lbs already by not really doing anything haha. However, Marisa is worrying about me now.

Since Laura told me that they were worried, I have tried to take less naps and come out of my room more so that they don't think I'm depressed or something. I'm the opposite of depressed, I love it here. But they won't stop worrying and now they're forcing me to eat. Marisa gives me 2 sandwiches for lunch a day, plus 2-4 pieces of fruit. Laura and Emily always get worse food or not enough food, so I usually sneak 1 of my sandwiches and some of my fruit to them. We are like little kids in the cafeteria comparing our packed lunches haha. It's also a common joke in the AHA office at this point that I don't eat-both Reme and Silvia have joked about telling Marisa that I don't eat when they offer me seconds and I turn them down.

Today Marisa and Lucia took it to a new level. I was sitting out in the TV room with them crocheting, and Marisa asked if I wanted anything. I said no cause I was full from lunch, and she went into the kitchen and brought back 3 yogurts and told me "You always say you don't want anything and you don't eat enough. Eat this." So I ate half of it then sneakily threw the rest away. For dinner, Lucia cooked pasta with a cream sauce and ham pieces, which was delicious since it is similar to my all time favorite dish, fettuccine alfredo. As I was eating a bowl of it, she was pureeing vegetables by the sink. I finished and was about to clear my plate when she asked if I wanted more. I said no since there was absolutely no room in my stomach. However, she asked me like 5 more times if I was sure, and then proceeded to tell me that she was sure I wanted more cause I don't eat anything. She said she would give me just a little more, and then said "well actually, there's only a little left. You can finish it." Dear God, this was now 2 full bowls of pasta. Usually if I don't like something or I'm full I'll throw the rest away when Marisa leaves the room. But Lucia was not leaving, and she kept looking at me to make sure I was eating. So I ate as much as I could, then told her it was physically impossible for me to eat more and that I had a food baby. I don't know if saying "Mira a mi estómago, tengo un bebé de comida" is something they actually say in Spanish, but it seemed to do the trick and she said alright. Then proceeded to offer me fruit or yogurt for dessert....

Bowl number 2. So much pasta.....

I'm also pretty sure Lucia thought this whole thing was hilarious. She is 31 and I like her a lot. I'm sure Marisa told her to make sure I eat, and she had fun torturing me hahaha. While she was standing there I was Facebook chatting Emily and complaining, and managed to sneak the above picture haha.