just sayin’ … well, bummer
Monday, June 10, 2019
I am feeling … alive. I have been on my upped Armour Thyroid for 2 months now and it has definitely made a difference AND alllllll of my month-long vacation indiscretions are over with and “out” of me.
Went to Dr J today for the second time … he’s my new doc. He wanted to see me first before drawing blood for labs in case he wanted more than just my thyroid panel. So … results on Wednesday-ish. He “wants” me to lose weight, duh … by following a more thyroid friendly way of eating … not DIETING. Eliminate certain foods for a while and then add them back in gradually. Much like my elimination protocol I was doing in 2017 when I lost a lot of weight. And very much in line with my Cat’s Triple Cs plan.
I feel like I have someone in my corner.
Day 5 of the cruise we woke up in Jamaica … I was sooooooo excited. We loaded up for the day and disembarked.
First on the list … no longer existed. It was “locks of love” that was locks and messages on a fenced area. Bummer. The port itself was a maze of … hawkers trying to aggressively sell their wares. We had decided to see the courthouse, an old church and a plantation all within walking distance … outside of the enclosed port.
Big Leroy Brown attached himself to us like … superglue. Yapping the whole time about how he was certified to show us his country. He did get other … escorts … to leave us alone but he never left our side and continue to talk, talk, talk about how he was the best. We … including Leroy Brown … walked to the courthouse. Only to have him spout exaggerated tales non-stop. We did our best to re-group and come up with an exit strategy … but Leroy Brown and his followers would not have it. We walked back to the enclosed port where everyone was over eager to sell us … anything.
I bought some Tortuga Rum Cake … so I could have a “taste” of Jamaica. Only to find out later you can buy this from … Amazon for crying out loud. Bummer.
I wanted to buy DS#1 a t-shirt at Harley Davidson that would say Jamaica … only for them not to have his size in the 2 different shirts I picked out. Bummer.
So, we re-grouped and decided the g-kids, hubby and I would grudgingly get back on the ship while DS and DIL gave Jamaica another chance. Bummer.
About an hour later, DS and DIL were back on the ship. Elvis Presley had glued himself to them like superglue. Bummer.
Jamaica … was a Bummer.
Change your mind … and the rest WILL follow.