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Then winter came, and the neighborhood

Then winter came, and the neighborhood I tried to lose weight, running across the field behind the hostel.

But it was all in vain: I could not lose an ounce.

Then winter came, and the neighborhood of Chicago for six months were buried under the snow.

All winter I almost did not go out and moved very little.

I was invited to visit a local American family and treated there any yummy.

Yet common portion size and the amount of bread, meat and potatoes always amazes me.

It seemed that for the Americans quite a common thing to eat in one sitting at least twice more than the Japanese eat.