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Best wishes… let’s forget our diet for a diet in favor of family, friends, children…

That is, one pound after another. And in this period I did’nt write because, yes, I have a life, outside. that means: two pizzas and two more dinner parties. Last Sunday, me and my husband got happily drunk. (he more, me less, because I’m the one who drives: 4 glasses of various wines, enough for being cheerful, more than enough to erase all the points in my driving licence, had I met a police patrol) It was a wonderful party, and I don’t want to beat myself. Neither the doctor.  I ran for 35 minutes flat, the best I did since I got heavy again. All considered, it is not so bad

Ok, ten days ago, I was happy and going strong in my recovery. Today, well, I went back to the blog after a while because me and my husband took a mini vacation, two days in Switzerland with a friend. It was great, lovely and peaceful and we learned a lot from our friend who is an art expert, and a professor at the Catholic University in Milan: around there is a world of art we simply ignore. Back home, it was hot, and humid, so humid it was hardly possible to sleep at night. This week I did only mini workouts, 30 minutes each of Lotte Berk Method. Yesterday I drove to a lake near Ivrea, a place I usually find attractive, and it was so humid I was sweating simply in Mountain Pose. I managed to run/ walk 3 times the path around the lake (thas is approx a 3km) and I was DEAD ( and still bloating - today it even worse and I don’have the courage to weight myself).

The title? Ok, I want to boycott, trying not to watch television during Olympics. Let’s say tha I am a reluctant Buddhist (around, mostly from my Government, I see a lot of hypocrisy)

Hallo, here I am, again, more or less on holydays, because I wanted to finish off with my work at the Historical Institute: sending letter to various schools, begging scholars to take part in our Congress ecc. Now I hope that nobody will chase after me for the next 33 days. Last Thursday I took a day off and went for a hike in the colle del Nivolet, in Val Locana, where there are several beautiful lakes. En route for the Rousset lake, where I had never been, I passed by a cove where several cows grazed and two or three men were working. One yelled hallo, and I said back hallo and the went along the path followed by cheers. Well, I felt uneasy. Not really in danger, mind, because, even if I’m in the habit of hiking alone, it’s years that I choose only proven and crowded itineraries. There was people everywere. But, most wardens, nowadays, are extra - EU people hired on a seasonal base, who, I recognize, do a very hard work, but I imagine are simply not accostumed to our way of living. To the way we as women are living.

Well, I wanted to tell you of the lakes, of the beautiful day, and the cute animals I took pictures , who were sleeping in the grass, mindless of passers by, and instead I ended up with something else.

Besides, we are all tough girrrls…

Today I have put my running shoes on, drove 20 miles from home, and for the first time in months , I was back jogging. It was awfully hard. First because of a recent fall ( in the mall someone let drop a bottle of olive oil and I fell down like a middle aged cartoon - the mall insurance paid my ruined Prada shoes, though) I  still have  a trembling knee, so I ran slowly, and second, I felt sooo heavy ( and old, but that’s another story). But hey, I logged 20 minutes of running among a 40 minutes walk-run affair, not bad. And today I drove so far, because   I wanted to bathe in nature, and  the River Po Natural Park in Frassineto, with trees in full bloom and herons, and hares, and of course our biggest river in Italy, was really peaceful. In Alessandria, we had a nice running trail along river Tanaro Banks. Unfortunately, in order to make place to our outer motorway ring, all the trees on the board have been cut.  So there is no more than a hint of shadow, unless you go early in the morning (which i something I really can’t do, I’ m definetly not a morning person.). For the rest of the day, you burn ( In summer, when it can become really hot and humid here, it can be dangerous)
Tomorrow i’l be back to work, so I’ll seee what fits in my schedule.

And thanks thanks for every comment and cheers  :)) (super big smile)

Ok, it’s april 25, a major holiday in Italy, it’s night, and instead of going to sleep, which I most need, I’m here to write. Not a great opening line, but I need to tell someone, even someone I have never met, that I’m on a diet- again! Which diet, I don’t know yet, since my appointment with our ( my husband’s and mine) dietician is scheduled in two weeks, and I have to see my other doctor - the -one- that- is -in- love- with- my- thyroid, next week - Oh and it’s tax time… just to add insult to insult. That is, stress makes me fat.

Here it is: a list of thing to think about, for me, before goin to sleep: taxes, thyroid, diets, nazi dieticians (mine is- I joke, he is a really nice man , and a great doctor, we now refer to him instead of our GP) and people like my girlfriend who neve, ever went on a diet…

Good night, for me, and have a good day, you, on the other side of the ocean.