- I’m too old to being staying at hostels and sleeping in bunk beds. We arrived at the hostel on Friday night and trudged up a ridiculous number of stairs (more on that late) to a room with 5 bunk beds and someone sleeping in one of the beds we had been assigned, which meant trudging back downstairs to get it sorted out. We were given a lock for a locker that didn’t work and the light stayed on until about 3am. Thank goodness for my eye mask, but either way, I was awake very hour or so from 1am to 8am when I finally got up and showered. I’d rather be up and clean than dozing uncomfortably.
- I have no reason to fear the stairmaster. The hostel had 6 floors. We were staying on the 4th floor, R was staying on the 6th floor and the lounge was also on the 6th floor. We were walking up and down those stairs A LOT. I will say that 6 months ago walking up 6 flights of stairs would have set me off huffing and puffing but I was fine. My calves are just really tight now. I need a lot of stretching but that could also be from the walking.
- Walking for 9 hours a day in 34 degrees and impossible humidity is a sure fire weight loss program. My feet ache, my calves hurt and while I haven’t weighed myself, I’m sure I lost something. Perhaps 10 litres of water. And a few hundred dollars from shopping (but now I have THE sexiest pair of red patent heels I’ve ever seen) but hey, lighter, is lighter!
- I need my sleep and an air-conditioner. I really don’t like sleeping in total humidity. Having lived in Melbourne for the past 8 years where the heat is impossible but dry, I forgot how impossible it is to sleep when you’re sticky with sweat. The task over the next couple of weeks: buy a free standing air-conditioner. Hopefully, do this while my parents are visiting so they pay for it out of pity.
- I’m not surprised that so many people are obese. The portion sizes in NYC were insane – a regular juice at Jamba Juice contains almost 500 calories – that’s almost an entire meal! Everything seems to be huge and I thought Canadian sizes were big. I’m beginning to realize that Australian portion sizes are small in comparison. Ouch. I think people are so used to huge portions that when they get a smaller size, they feel ripped off. We went out for dinner on Saturday night and the portions were really small (or so I thought) and I thought “Wow, this is expensive for so little” but no, I finished my meal and realized that what I’d eaten was a normal portion – so rare to see!
Enough ranting. I’m off for dinner and drinks for my birthday (it’s today, I’ll take cash instead of gifts thanks!) so no gym tonight. I think my legs need a break from all the walking though!