I'm happy, life is fab.
Look at me wrong and you'll regret it.
I'm full, the food here is delicious and satisfying.
If I don't get a pizza, cheeseburger and a slice of chocolate cake pronto there's going to be trouble.
I love Marrakesh, it's so exotic and unique.
Just give me Houston and Wal-Mart any day over endless trips to the store to get food.
I'm doing OK without my husband, but I'll be excited when I finally see him again.
I'm going to strangle the man on site for leaving me along this long.
I enjoy flexing my Arabic-language muscles.
I just want to have a conversation in English, for pete's sake. Oh you didn't understand me? Nothing I can do about that buddy. Sucks for us.
These are just some of the many conflicting emotions I've been having over the past week. I don't know if it's a sign that I'm totally ready to come home or what, but whatever it is I don't like it.
For so long I've been fine here, and in all fairness I still am, but I'm noticing little things are starting to get on my nerves. Food is a big thing. Everyone knows I've been losing weight here and loving it. Part of that is the food is so controlled here in terms of when you eat, there's not too much of it and it's super healthy. That said sometimes I just want a cheeseburger at 7 p.m (way too early for dinner time over here by the way) and a chocolate cake or any baked good for that matter. Is that too much to ask? Apparantly it is.
OK so I'm exagerating, but only a little. There's is a hamburger and pizza joint just a few steps from my door and two large, beautiful and very tempting cake stores no more than a five-minute walk away. For several months now I've relied on eating what my family is providing but in past days I've just wanted comfort food I guess. This first happened when Ali booked his ticket to come back here which for some reason put me in a downward emotional tailspin. I cured that with four slices of cheese pizza, a donut and a late-night snack session complete with Pringles and a chocolate bar and "Dexter." My scale and I weren't friends the next day.
But after that I was back on the horse and feeling fine and me and the scale made up. But the other day, and much too quickly after my previous low, I'm feeling a little shaky again. I was grumbling about dinner not being served until 9:30 (but come on who can blame me, I'm starving here!) and then of course they served red meat again. They have this thing about serving only meat at parties (and little else believe me) and serving meat to guests. I get that this is how you do things and it's meant to be respectful and welcoming but I'm really not a big meat eater and especially not red meat. Just give me veggies and the occasional sweet treat and I'm fine.
So now the kids are finished with week one of their two-week vacation from school (and who dreamed up this crap anyway???) and I'm trying to come up with ways to fill the days instead of watching my kids mindlessly zone out in front of cartoons, although that does come in handy when I need to exercise. So it looks like it's going to be trips to the mall with the pay-out-your-butt for a time-limited excursion in an indoor playground, or trek to the local gas station/restaurant/free playground with an order of the cheapest thing on the menu (cause that's the way I roll) or maybe I'll make another trip to Jemaa al Fna to soak up the local culture/craziness.
Or maybe I'll just dye my hair and load up on Snicker bars in case of emotional emergencies.
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