I dont want to spoil you all with additional posts, but I have one more topics to cover.
Weightloss
first of all let me start by saying that I have lost quite a bit of weight since arriving in Honduras and Im pretty sure its from the...unstable stomach lets say...i´ve had since my arrival. I never thought that the one thing I would miss the most would be a solid BM, but i guess nothing is perfect. As far as being el gordito, my family here in Yarumela has made it abudantly clear that im mildly overweight. A few nights ago my host father asked me straight up how much I weighed, which was followed by a ¨wow¨and Ï was concerned when my son weighed 215 and he´s 6´1¨. It was a great conversation and I feel as though we got a little closer that night. The next day there son Mario ,that lives on the border with El Salvador, came to visit. That evening I saw Mario talking to his father and they both kind of glanced at me and continued with their convo, naturally I thought nothing of it. When we sat down for dinner I gave the usual grace (thank you for this food...AND THEY´ER OFF!) that is often followed by a nice awkward silence as everyone inhales their food. As we were eating Mario decided to speak up. Basically and as random as it gets he says. ¨Yeah I´ve been losing weight slowly over the past 3 months, are you planning on losing weight here?¨ I was pretty shocked and surprised at the sudden interest in my weight, but then again Hondurans are known to be blunt with their decriptions of people. Unfortunately, it doesnt end there. Yesterday some volunteers and I went to nearby pool for some bonding time with family and friends. Since its so freakin hot here I decided to got for a dip. Please keep in mind that the pool is actually a 10x10x4 cement basin with about 8 kids screaming inside of it. Within 5 minutes of getting in the water a little kid jumped on my back and started screaming ¨llevame gordo!¨, which translates into ¨carry me around fatty!¨. Even though it hit a sore spot, it wasnt meant malicously so I laughed it off...and cried on the inside. You may be thinking wow I cant believe these people are so blunt. Well, it doesnt end there. This morning as I was on my way out the door for class Mario stopped me with a calculator in hand. As if in a rush he asked me how much I weighed, so I told him. Next, he asked me how tall I was, so I told him. At this point I was getting a little suspicious, so i asked him what the hell he was doing...to which he replied hold on, hold on. After waiting a couple of minutes he says to me, ¨JOEL! your body mass index is 35! have a great day.¨
I really didnt know how to respond so I said thanks and walked off. This experiences may piss of some people, but they are pretty funny and serving as great motivation.
Talk to you all soon.
J
Monday, March 17, 2008
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11 comments:
Pobrecito! I'm glad that you are taking it all with a grain of salt...
I love you flaco!
Love,
me
All I can say is ...wow. I'm glad you can take it with such a good attitude. You're an example to us all. I love you!
L
I admire your good spirits too - when I was working in S. Africa a teenager at the program refused to believe I was only 21, and bolstered his point by saying - "but you have the body of a Mama!" and pointing at the corpulent woman who ran the nursery.
So good to hear your 'voice' - whatever the topic.
Eva
Yikes Dude!!! I wouldn't last a second with that kind of scrutiny. Only you could take it in stride, good for you. Best of luck with that BM and I hope your stomach settles soon.
<3 me
AHAHAHA!!!
Please don't think I'm laughing at your expense. Not at you, that is, with you.
I'm just now catching up on your blog (I've been sick and moaning and evacuating everything from my body from every which way and less on the internet for a week... speaking of weightloss...) and the combination of your last blog and this make for some hilariously awkward moments.
Keep your chin up, keep strong, keep finding the humor in these less-than-ideal conversations. We all love you for who you are, and the tough-as-nails dude these experiences will lead you to become.
I love you.
mom
Joel I found your blog. Nobody told me you had one. I had to find it myself. So thanks.
I'm enjoying your posts. Keep up the good work.
Hi sounds like your host family is more then honest bordering on really blunt. i'm sure it is not malicious but non the less it still hurts you are so good to take it in your stride. remember it is what is on the inside that truly counts and you have what counts.
Johanna
Wow, that's rough. I think I would cry myself to sleep at night if people were that 'honest' with me. You shouldn't worry too much about it, though - everybody knows that BMI is BS because it doesn't take into account muscle mass...
BEEFCAKE!!
best,
Jeremy
hi joel
my class wrote some questions in the religion blog so when you have time can you answer them? they ask me everyday if you wrote them.
love you
and i am so proud of you with everything you have done and are doing and how you are responding to all the challenges: no water, bucket of water for the toilet, getting up at 6:30, getting help when needed, embrasing your host families,being teased,and the last one of the bizarre easter celebrations!
love you
your last line made me think of the commercials ( i don't know what they were for) where people had confusing interactions so they said "thank you?" Spring has supposidly arrived here in the northeast- but that doesn't stop the potential forecasts of snow (not that it will accumulate- but its THAT cold!!!!!). Back to the books... :(
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