Martin spoke about the symptoms of altitude sickness here, but what he didn’t expound on (since he’s a man and doesn’t have to care about things like that) is the incredible side effect, affectionately known as loss of appetite.
You see, I normally have the appetite of a woman twice my size. I am literally hungry all the time. With that in mind, let me tell you ladies (since I’m pretty sure all of our male readers have stopped reading this post by now) that this particular side effect is alive and kicking! I haven’t been hungry since we got here. Really. I’ve only eaten because I know I need to.
Take last night’s dinner as an example. I ordered a chopped salad, which showed up on a dinner roll-sized plate. The thing was tiny. And, to my delight, I couldn’t finish it. And – Mom and Dad, you’ll like this – I couldn’t finish my beer.
Altitude is the glutton’s enemy – and I’m pumped about it!
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