Oh boy, oh girl ... this is the last post in my Hilo, Hawaii travel blog. It is my 51st day of staying on the "Fat Farm." Today, I fly back to Bellingham, Washington.
Was it work or vacation? Both. It was hard work to achieve my weight goal (less than 175 pounds). While here, I walked about 300 miles, averaging almost six miles per day. I have trekked through every neighborhood of Hilo and every trail at Kalani's Oceanside Retreat, as well as many rounds around Hawaiian Paradise Park. The most calorie-burning activity was digging six-foot circles of sod/grass from around the base of fruit trees in Gyongyi's expansive yard.
Was I in culinary prison for seven weeks? I did not partake in any adult beverages (no alcohol), no dairy products (except a bit cream for coffee and kefir) , no gluten (bread, pasta, etc.) at all, and non-GMO ingredient were used when possible. Did I mention no desserts except for a one-inch square morsel of dark chocolate each day? I had more than my share of groats for breakfast. Okra is not my favorite vegetable. I learned to like homemade Kimchi over brown rice. Gyongyi and I are on opposite ends of the "spicyness" versus blandness scale. A bottle of hot sauce was always at the ready near my plate.
There were also some onolicious surprises. The eggs were farm-fresh with piercing orange, omega-3 laden yokes. Mahalo to the hens freely roaming in the backyard and keeping eggs coming regularly from various nests around the house. Organic brown rice cakes with homemade guacamole from Gyongyi's avocado tree was a treat. I liked the vegetarian chili recipe I prepared and Gyongyi's tasty Jjajangmeyon Korean Black Bean Noodles dish.
We're on the opposite ends political spectrum. The good news is that we managed to survive some heated discussions without killing each other. The bad news is that I took to cursing like a drunken sailor.
I am happy to confirm that my sister could not completely train me to adhere to the "House Rules." Some rules, I thought were rather peculiar, such as wearing house slippers at all times so my "oily feet" do not stain the carpets. Some rules made sense, however: no shoes in the house (Hawaii style) and keep doors open to aid ventilation. She revers her cat, Moochie, like a god and he must be catered to above anything else. She is the ultimate cat person.
Soon, after arrival, I will have my first martini in two months. It is the first day of Spring. Time to celebrate.