I won't go into detail here.
Okay, I will.
Tacos. Fried chicken. Midnight chocolate buffets. Pina coladas at 9:00 in the morning. Fish n' Chips. Beignets in New Orleans. Authentic Honduran beer. A 24 hour buffet with anything your heart could ever desire.
Did I eat a single salad on that cruise? No. Did I hit the world class gym even once? Nope.
So what DID I do?
I swam. I zip lined through the rainforest in Belize. I tubed through a cave system with one of those helmets with lights on them. I held onto the fins of a dolphin and rode it across a pool. I hiked up and down hills to get to the Mayan Chacchoben ruins. I did a little snuba (scuba/snorkeling). I walked through open air markets. I laughed my arse off every night at shows like the Newlyweds, or hilariously inappropriate stand up comedians. I got my long hair braided from root to tip. In New Orleans, I drank a Hurricane with 190 proof liquor in it... then proceeded to enter a strip club for the first time. Yes, those are definitely linked. Needless to say, Husband likes it when Amy drinks hurricanes. I happened across the coolest bar in the world; an open air bar with a band playing covers of U2, Journey, and Bon Jovi. I was tipsy enough that I was singing and dancing without a care in the world; but not too tipsy to forget a single moment of it. I met the most interesting people on our ship. I came clean with my husband about my love affair with Paul Bettany (okay... mayhaps it is one sided). I met a dirty man named Dan on Bourbon Street who proceeded to show us around and introduce us to the ghost that resides in Muriel's restaurant.
I gained 7 lbs. But you know what? The cruise director SAID people gain an average of a pound a day on a cruise. So I'm just average.... ;)
What's done is done. I honestly wouldn't change it for the world. I had a BLAST. I felt strong, and healthy, and pretty darn confident in my lil' cotton dresses. It helped that we were traveling around central America... my husband was quick to point out that hispanics like to admire my generous backside. Does feeling good about that make me a bad person? Because I'm sorry, but I haven't had men besides my husband admire me for my BODY in a very, very, very long time.
I have IBS. Crap. Thanks, doc. He put me on a new prescription that's been helping a lot. I'm also, however, fooling around with my diet to see what eating plan helps my IBS symptoms the most. Right now I'm playing around with a paleo diet. Here is what I bought at the store this week for my new eating plan:
chicken breast, bacon, pork cutlets, round steak, tilapia, eggs, asparagus, zucchini, cucumbers, carrots, broccoli, celery, artichokes, red peppers, cherries, strawberries, apples, oranges, yellow rasberries, watermelon, almonds, walnuts, olive oil, ghee.
My doctor said that he's seen people do well with opposite ends of the spectrum; some IBS sufferers find that vegan diets suit them best. Some find that low carb, high fat diets help. We'll see!!!
Aside from having to return to reality, life is good. SCHOOL IS OUT!!! That means that I am managing to work 40 hours a week, AND keep up with my housework! Amy is a happy girl when she wakes up in the morning to a clean apartment.
I think I'll post some pictures of our lil' vacay for you all to drool over. Yes, the Caribbean is glorious.