The next decade....what's in store?

The remarkable Butch Stewart

'Butch' Stewart is a self made millionaire. Head of the Sandals International group, he is a hotelier par excellence. Naturally I was interested in the series of interviews that Desmond Allen did on him in the Jamaica Observer.

For any of you interested, I have put them all into a word file, and uploaded it here.

What remarkable things one can do with a dream and a vision.

Another death from the Big C

Galliwasp told me yesterday of the death of the mother of one of her classmates from our alma mater. The classmate is someone I know, although she was two years behind me at school.

Mrs M wasn't yet 60, but the Big C doesn't discriminate over age. My understanding is that the diagnosis was recent.

As I asked Galliwasp, I wonder how long she had it growing inside her? Surely it doesn't develop overnight. Call me a hypochondriac all you want, but that is the reason I go to the doctor once I feel different. I'm not saying that will catch the Big C early, but it just might.

I feel I am destined to get the Big C, since it is rampant in my grandmother's (maternal) side of the family. She had breast cancer, her brothers had various kinds of cancer including colon, her other sister had breast cancer, one had a brain tumour and died very early, my great grandmother had cancer as well.

So it is bound to happen. Hopefully, the meatless, poultryless diet can circumvent Mr C.

May Mrs M rest in peace and may her three daughters find the strength to hold each other up during this trying period.

Life......what's in store for each of us? Would you like to be able to see into your future?

A TMI blog entry

My life is like an open book, however, this might be considered a "TMI" post, but I'll continue anyway for those of you who are interested.

Mad Bull asked about why I had stopped eating meat and poulty (and yes...I still eat fish and other seafood). Well, I had always read that animal protein wasn't the healthiest that one could eat. Plant based protein was much more healthier. And then I read about how animal protein can affect these things I have growing inside me....

Yes, I am one of those typical black women who are cursed with fibroids. What are fibroids? Masses of stuff growing on the uterine wall, fed by blood. Dr D, you can do a better definition I believe. Anyway, they are heriditary and I remember my mother going through hell with hers, eventually having to undergo a 'herstorectomy' (I can't understand if it's a lady's disease, why it starts with "his"....actually I think it's "hys" but is still sound like "his"!).

So when the "guyanese" doctor I used to see in Grenada 1997 - 2001 told me I had them, I was not in the least bit surprised. I don't know how long before he told me, that they were there. No other doctor had told me that before.

I remember in my teens and early twenties, I used to have very painful monthly episodes. I remember being on Mona campus one day when I was overcome, doubled up, with pain and had to rush to the Health Centre where my aunt (not blood...family friend) had to give me Baralgin. I had to always make sure I had an ample supply of those.

Then in my 30's, the pain disappeared but obviously it was replaced with volume. Lots of it. My friends would be surprised when I told them that I could change a SuperPlus every 45 - 90 minutes easily on a Day 2. I had to book airline flights around The Curse. During weeks of continuous training, I would have to take the Pill without the 7 day break. So in a sense, each month, The Curse would debilitate me. But, no pain.

Until now....

I decided last month to go on the Pill for a longer period to try and ease the flow and make it more normal. But I find that I am getting pain that I didn't have without it. Oh well.

So long and short is that I am trying not to feed them things growing inside of me, and trying to eat more plant based food to even make them shrink. Don't know how successful I will be.

Regarding the temptation to eat meat, it hasn't really surfaced. Everytime I see a piece of pork, or beef, I immediately think of a mass of red, and believe me, that is enough to turn me off meat! I'll probably set a target of about a year to see if there are any changes. But somehow, I don't think I will be going back to meat. Soya mince tastes just as good.

What's happening

Well, I been very quiet. The evening time is only when I have time for updating the blog and I have to walk a way to the computer room.....yeah, I lazy sometimes. So you notice you get a barrage of entries on the weekends or so? That's how it will be for a while.

I'm staying in a resort that has its own kitchen, so generally I do my own cooking. Earlier this week, I cooked a boss curry shrimp with broccoli, chick peas and pumpkin. Had that with whole wheat roti twice. On other days I made veggie mince with Ragu tomato, garlic and onion sauce. Yummy.

Went to the market again this morning and stocked up on my veggies and staples. You know white yam and fried plantains is on the menu tomorrow right?? Since I have been here I have never had the hotel's breakfast. I have either cereal, or sardines or my cooked breakfast. Tomorrow saltfish will be the accompaniment. The supermarket that normally sells Ackee doesn't have any, so I told the manager who I know. Hopefully he can source some.

Last night, I tried on some of the clothes I brought with me. I think I have been here for three weeks now, and normally, the clothes would be kind of snug already. But I have been very aware of what and how much I'm eating. Even though I have ice cream now and again, I still haven't gained any weight, at least it doesn't show in my clothes. Belly kinda higher than when I left home, so have to start the Pilates on my own.

So that's what's been happening. And oh, apologies for not having the time to read other blogs. Soon come!

La-la-la-la-la-la-la RA!

This is why this game is so sweet.

Here is a man, THE world record holder, who has struggled in the first two matches of the Aussie series, comes out to bat on Day 1, ends up with 202 not out, being only 11 runs short of equalling the record for the highest run scorer in history.

After reaching 202 on the first day it was taken for granted that he was going to get the 12 runs to go ahead on Day 2. But still, I have to admit that when McGrath was bowling to him before he got there, I was nervous. I had some work to do and could not take my eyes off the cricket.

Any of you watching, would have seen that Lara, apart from a brief jump, was not gloating, because he knew that there was a lot more work to do in order to give the West Indian bowlers something to bowl at. Sadly, his stumps went flying....bowled by McGrath for...I think it was 226. It don't matter. He's got the 11,187.

As I recall, the only other current cricketer who can surpass it one day is Sachin Tendulkar, and with his varying injuries, that won't happen for now I shouldn't think. So it means that the West Indies has a couple more years of celebrating Lara holding all the records.....

De world record for highest Test score - 400*
De world record for highest first class score - 501
De worl record for highest number of runs in TEST HISTORY!

Maaaan....I know he's no angel, but you've got to give him his props. Di man is di boss. He's just damn good.

In Grenada, crime actually goes down!

While I've been here, I've read and watched on TV that crime has gone down. Can you imagine that happening in Jamaica? What a wonderful thing that would be.

Here in Grenada, they had 14 murders in 2002. In 2004, that figure had declined to 6! All other crimes were down as well, including rape and theft.

I believe that Hurricane Ivan, although devastating on material property, will turn out in the long run to be a blessing for this country. Many life lessons have been learnt. Perhaps one of those is that it's senseless to kill another person.

Bravo, Dwayne

He's from Trinidad, as you might know. His name was around for a bit in the first class season, because he used to score heavily and take wickets. He was also selected to go to the cricket academy in Grenada in 2003 but opted out because he was given the impression by a selector that he would have been selected for the home series against Sri Lanka and I forget which other team. So he was in the news, but I didn't know much about him.

How the decision is made to do these interviews is either I will see who is in the news and decide which of the young players has the potential to move up and then I request the interview, or Ryan will say "ask X for an interview". Bravo's own happened in the former scenario.

I was at Alaprt in St Elizabeth, and Jamaica was playing Trinidad, so there was an opportunity there. When I requested the interview, he was surprised that anybody would want to interview him. I explained that we try and pick the talent that's going to go far. That seemed to have pleased him.

He answered the questions well, rather than the monosyllabic ones that you get sometimes, and when I sent the transcript, I remember Ryan saying how much he enjoyed reading that one .

Either that evening of the interview, or the following evening, the team was invited to a dance in a little village. He loves Jamaican music and can do all the dancehall moves rather well. Put on quite a show I tell you.

When Dwayne eventually made his debut for the West Indies in 2004 in Guyana, mine was one of the loudest cheers you could hear. No, I wasn't there, but I was watching from afar. When he got to Barbados I did another interview with him, this time over the telephone, about the debut and about his going on to make the Test team. He wasn't cocky and even felt that there was no certainty that he would go on the tour to England. I told him he would, and so said, so done. He got more notice for his bowling than his batting that year.

The last time I saw Dwayne was in Barbados in October. It was his brithday, and Jamaica was playing Trinidad in the one day tournament. As a fellow Libran, I wished him happy birthday and all the best in Australia.

And so he has made us all proud, especially since Lara, when he captained him, had to remind him publicly that he Bravo was a batting allrounder and not a bowling allrounder. He made his first century this year in Antigua against the South Africans, and now this one against the best team in the world. What a great feeling this must be for him.

One of the things he said in that first interview was essentially that he would bring life and positivity to the cricket field, which is exactly what he does. He's an excellent fielder and his body language is always upbeat. When he has the ball in his hands, you know that something is going to happen because he likes to experiment and he tries to think out batsmen.

I know I've gone on and on, however, when young people who you know have the potential, start to show signs that they can fulfill that potential, it's a great thing.

Bravo, Dwayne! Don't stop there. Carry on and score another century in the 3rd Test.

7/11 including the century man

As I was watching Dwayne Bravo stroke his way to a century, I started to add up the number of players in the current squad who I've interviewed in my cricket life (I am fortunate to lead a double life in training and cricket).

Let's see....

There were full interviews with the following

1. Chris Gayle
2. Wavell Hinds**
3. Devon Smith
4. Dwayne Bravo
5. Denesh Ramdin
6. Jermaine Lawson**
7. Tino Best**

....and short interviews with these

8. Ramnaresh Sarwan
9. Marlon Samuels
10. Fidel Edwards

So of the 11 playing the current test, I've interviewed 7. The ** denotes those who are sitting out this test.

Lemme tell you about the one with Dwayne Bravo in another entry...

Am I am hypochondriac?

I have been called that by a doctor friend of mine. When I looked it up, the definition was something like "overly concerned about one's health". But what, pray tell, is it to be overly concerned about one's health?

If you feel an ache for a while, don't you go to the doctor? I do. The doctor in Grenada used to see me a few times well. The doctor in England saw me a couple of times too. Both in Surrey and in Nottingham.

Listen, I don't want anybody to say at my funeral "you know, she said she wasn't feeling well you know, but never went to the doctor." I have heard too many stories about people who complained that they weren't feeling well and died within a couple hours or days.

So right now, the thing I need to investigate is a pain and burning sensation on the bone/muscle behind the breast on my heart side. The pain also is under my arm pit. It feels sometimes like there is a marble under my arm pit, but of course there is no lump. I carried this complaint to the 7-minute doctor in England.

Let me explain what I mean by 7-minute doctor....
In England, healthcare is free. In the student health centre on campus, there was a sign saying all appointments are supposed to be 7 minutes, and if you think you may need more time with the doctor, you should tell the receptionist that when you are booking! That didn't sit well with Yamfoot, who likes to have a chat and then is better able to tell doc all the things that are troubling her. It certainly didn't sit well with me when I went to one lady doctor in Surrey one time when my neck was really bothering me and affecting my school work. I was there to get a distinction so couldnt afford to be ill. Do you know what she does? Says to me "have you read the book 'HOW TO TREAT NECK PAIN'?" I COULD NOT BELIEVE THAT! SHE DIDN'T EVEN EXAMINE ME MORE THAN SO. IN FACT, I DONT THINK SHE DID!

So anyway, I am nearly 40. This is the age when it starts going downhill isn't it? I'm hoping that with the no meat regime, that all these aches and pains will go away. Right now, I am not sleeping well at this hotel. I get up every morning with my head feeling full. I think it may have to do with the bed. I am moving to another hotel tomorrow, so am hoping that the sleep will get better. It is no fun standing on your feet for 6 - 7 hours without a good night's sleep.

So am I am hypochondriac? I don't think so. I'm just concerned, for all the right reasons!

Encounter with the Ortho doc

I should have a category called dreams because quite a few of my entries are about dreams.

This one that I had about 10 days ago involved a Grenadian Orthopedic consultant who works in Jamaica, whose cousin coincidentally was my doctor while I lived in Grenada. Now because time had passed, I don't remember all of the details, but this is what I do remember.

In real life, I am having some pains which my "Guyanese" doctor seems to feel is musco-skeletal and so he gave me a referral to this Ortho doc. Well, neither time nor money allowed me to see him before I left The Rock. Moreso money, for his fee is J$6,500 a visit, but if you've been to him before it's J$5,000. I HAVE been to him before, but the wife (receptionist) say that if it's over X years ago, one has to pay the higher fee. And yes, I went to see him over X years ago. The diagnosis for that problem was Plantar Faschitis (Dr D, please correct the spelling for me).

Anyway, back to dreamland.

He examines me for the specific problem that Guyanese doctor referred me for. Then I tell him that there are other issues as well. For whatever reason, he flares up at me, sends me out of the room to go and do some procedure and so when I get back to his room, he is with another female patient, telling her about this annoying patient named Yamfoot!

Ah vex, ah vex, ah vex, ah vex, ah vex, ah vex so til.....

And in real life, I have heard people say he is miserable, but I personally didn't find him to be like that when I went to see him, around 6 years ago. And my whole family has been to him, including the kids, at one time or another and speak very highly of him as he has sorted out their dilemmas.

So I don't know which side of the bed he got out from that morning, but he was in a stink mood. I can't tell you how the dream ended because I woke up!....thankfully!

Ok, a chance to breathe......sort of

Ok fellow bloggers and readers who don't blog. I have some free moments so thank your lucky stars! (heh heh)

Now, about SGU students. SGU = St George's University School of Medicine and Arts and General Studies. They are an American University which started here about 25 years ago, doing only medicine. The original campus is located next to where I worked and am temporarily engaged at the moment. A few years ago, they built an impressive facility near the airport. Massive buildings, nice dorm rooms and now many many students, especially since they added Vet studies and Arts & General studies courses.

I remember while I was living here from 1997 to 2001 (Yes Sunshine, I am Jamaican by birth but Caribbean in outlook, so I worked here for 4 years), I saw one of the students in the pharmacy and asked her why she decided to leave the good ole USA to come to this island to study. She said that the university has a very good reputation and that it is very hard to get into the good medical schools in the USA.

The students do part of the study here, and then they go to St Vincent. Last weekend while I was in the supermarket in the mall, I heard one (female) student talking to what I assume to be the girlfriend of another student. Student was asking GF if she was coming back at Christmas. She was apparently about to go back to the States after visiting BF student. She said no, but she was going to try and come back in February. Then student asked GF if she was going to go to St Vincent when they transferred over. GF said she wasn't sure.

Then student tells GF to make sure and let her know if she is coming to St Vincent because the house that they stay at has "like a pool and everything, and like the owner of the house, he has a yatch, and he like says that whenever we wanna go out, he'd like take us. We plan to do like pool parties and stuff, you know".

Typical American student sounding language.

But they live a good life here. Their accommodation has to be air conditioned, and the Grenadians who build apartments to rent to the students make a killing. Sometimes, some of the housing may not be top grade here, so in the earlier years, students would pay a premium for a nice place. A one bedroom could easily be rented for US$500 per month. I heard of one guy who has property almost next to the university who started out with a couple rooms, and now he has 12 two bedrooms which he charges US$1,000 for, so every month he collects US$12,000 just so. That's a huge amount of money here.

I wish the university remains here, because a lot of economic life would be disturbed.

Reminders

SGU students and the other thing I mentioned in one of them entries today..Ah fuhget.

A perfect Sunday

After working until 1:30 this morning, I called down to tell them not to clean my room until in the afternoon. I knew I was going to try and have a good night's sleep. I turned on the AC (I normally sleep without it), locked up the windows so no sound would come in, and fell asleep in no time.

When I woke up, after a terrible dream involving a Grenadian ortho doctor who works in Jamaica (you'll hear about that some other time, if I remember), the first thing I did was look at the clock. 10:37!!! Yeahhh. I had slept for about 9 hours. Splendiferous.

Now it was time to cook. At the market yesterday, I bought white yam, onions, garlic, escallion married with thyme (you can hardly get thyme separate here), seasoning peppers (very flavourful but not peppery), okras, pumpkin, tomatoes, sweet pepper, my beloved plantains and grapefruits. Then I went into Foodland and bought saltfish, oil, one mango juice and I saw veggie mince.

Breakfast this morning was one of my favourites. Saltfish with all them seasonings I mentioned, boiled yam, fried plantains and tea. I lazed around for the whole day. Working late last night was to ensure that I didn't have to work today. After movie watching (I watched all of HEAT with Al Pacino and Robert DeNiro for about the 20th time!) I said I would go to the beach, but sadly it rained.

I was supposed to cook the veggie mince, okras, pumpkin and oh, I forgot I bought sweet potato as well, but I felt too lazy after the supermarket trip. I therefore ordered steamed fish with vegetables instead. And it's waiting on me, so bye for this week.

Oh, a note about Robert DeNiro....

That man is fine, fine, fine. I sat there salivating at him. I would entangle myself with him in a heartbeat. And I hear he likes women of colour too. But lawks the man was darn sexy in HEAT. Brought out the heat in me for sure.

So cooked breakfast and a hot guy made for a perfect Sunday.

O!........shameful!

When I went into the supermarket the other day, I saw SELF magazine and Oprah. I said to myself that I must come back and get them on Saturday.

Saturday I walked down to the ABM, got some cash, rode the bus into town, went to the market, bought 'stuff' which you'll read about in another entry, took the bus back up to Grand Anse, but didn't have enough cash to get the magazines. The people in that supermarket don't know my cheques (I still have Grenadian bank accounts).

Today, Sunday, I sat 'home' all day thinking about these magazines. But I still didn't have enough cash and I didn't feel like walking it all the way down to the ABM. It was then that I had a AHA! moment. I got on the telephone, called down to Reception and asked if they would change a cheque for EC$30. Yes!!!!!!!!

Off I skipped to the supermarket. I carried my knapsack because it would hide the fact that I changed money to buy an O! Magazine. I felt ashamed, sort of. When I got to the supermarket, the SELF was finished. I like that magazine because it has a pull-out exercise section. I have a few that I carried with me from previous issues. Anyway, Dr Phil was on Good Housekeeping, which I generally buy, so I was happy.

I took up some other stuff too....apples, water, Diet 7 Up, newspaper. When I looked, the O magazine was EC$25 and not EC$21 as I thought. Well, I wasn't putting it back, so I told the cashier to stop at EC$50. It meant that I had to put back the water and the soda. No worries. Long as I have O, I'm cool

Murder in my St Andrew neighbourhood

The following murder happened just up the road from where I live.....

Household helper chopped to death

MICHELLE Knight, a household helper, was chopped to death Thursday during a robbery at Margaret Drive, Hope Pastures, Kingston 6.

Concerned residents then called the police, who found Knight chopped to death and the house ransacked. The body was removed to the morgue for post-mortem examination.
The Papine Police, who are investigating, said several household items including televisions, a computer and an assortment of liquor were missing from the house.

Source

Not even Curlita's pork can make me backslide

Whenever I came to Grenada in the past, a favourite thing to do would be to go to the Grand Anse branch of the american university here and buy a pork meal from Curlita....a lady who cooks some nice stew pork, and soup on a Friday (cow heel etc).

Well, I guess I can still go to her, but it will be the fish for me. I'm going well. No backsliding yet. Been going meatless and poultryless since the 28 August and I intend to keep it up.

Re the Water Therapy I blogged about last week, I didn't do it a couple of days this week because of a timing issue and I felt very different......meaning worse than when I do it. I'm back on track as of tomorrow.

I would never dream of doing this in Jamrock!

It's after 8pm here in Grenada. I was up in my room and felt the ice cream bug bite. Blame it on PMS. The hotel only had Vanilla and as I can get that anywhere, I had decided to pass on it earlier. So sitting up in my room, I remembered that the supermarket down the road was still open, and they sell local ice cream. Yup....I picked up my key, took a little money and off I went walking to the supermarket, in the dark I might add.

Would I ever think of doing this in Jamaica? Hell no! And I was walking I was thinking that the only thing I was afraid of was falling into a pot hole in the unlit section of the road, or the cow which I almost didnt see, bumping into me. Well I guess it would be me bumping into him since he was there first!

The only odd moment was as I was walking into the mall, a big belly fella (you know, the type that I would never even look on twice) said 'Hi Sweetie' or some other suggestive thing. Seconds later he is behind me asking if I am from here, blah blah blah. Turns out he's Guyanese. It figured. A Grenadian man isn't likely to be bold enough to do something like that.

Now I fear for this island. Sad to say this, but everywhere you turn, it's Jamaican music you hear. Combine that with BET which they have and....well....let's just hope the government's social programmes can circumvent that. Yes, I'm saying that the Jamaican/BET influence is not the best thing in the world for building sound morals.

Anyway, my ice cream is melting.

F-R-E-E-D-O-M!

A quick check in from Spice Island

Just a quick note to say hi and bye.

I'm in love with Grenada still.

What I've been doing these last days...

Packing, packing and more packing. Sounds like I'm going with many 'grips' right? Nah. Just a large suitcase, a medium size suitcase and the carry on along with my laptop.

Air Jamaica, like BWIA, have dropped the weight allowance for Economy passengers to two bags @ 50lbs each. Previously you were allowed two @ 70lbs each. However, in Air Jamaica first class, you're allowed the 70lbs weight which I'm happy for.

Do you know that it's only US$70 or thereabouts to upgrade from Economy to First Class if you have a year ticket? Yup. The first time my travel was being paid for, my sister gave me that tip. She used to work at one of the airlines then. So I paid the difference to upgrade and have done so almost every time that my travel is being paid for.

For me, First Class is not for the champagne or free wine...it is for the space, the extra weight allowance ( and you know with my body weight being what it is, I need that!), and the space. Oh, I said that already. Also, the late check in, the departure lounge, and for who you might see in there that could be a contact. But I haven't quite learnt how to work contacts yet, so that's neither here nor there.

What else have I been doing? Running around doing errands, mostly consisting of fitting clothes, arguing with tailors and dress makers and of course in that process, there are a few drivers to curse inwardly.

I took some fabric to a well known tailoring establishment. It was the first time they were making a jacket for me. Previously they had made some pants and I swore I would never go back. But when you want a well constructed professional looking jacket, a proper tailoring establishment is the only place to go I think. Do you know it took me four trips there for them to finally get it right?

So when I was leaving on the third trip, I saw the owner and I told him that he will have to deduct something for the amount of gas I was using up coming to him all these times. He said he would be there today so I was to check with him. He took off J$500, so that was appreciated. But their system needs changing. There is a breakdown between those who take the instructions from the customer, and those who sew. One of the times I was there, I witnessed a young lady being very upset. She came to try on two skirts and they were flared skirts. She said she told them very clearly that she didn't want a flared skirt and sure enough when you look at the instructions, it said NO FLARE (or is it FLAIR?). That leads me to think that the tailors cannot read.

Seriously. Owners and managers do not look at the competencies required to do a particular job and then hire for that. They just take a man who say him used to sew at Mr John Black tailor shop, just because he says he has experience. For this job, the tailor needs to be able to read, calculate measurements, be dextrous, operate a pair of scissors and a sewing machine, etc etc. So a good element to add to this interview is to make him, under observation, cut a garment, sew it and adjust it by X inches.

Anyway, I am rambling. Let me finish up. I went to cricket yesterday and today as well. Unfortunately I won't be able to see any of Jamaica's home matches in the upcoming four day regional tournament. That is always a nice break, especially when they are playing in the rural parts. I should be able to see one of the Windwards matches though, so at least I will see some cricket.

Ok, it's tres warm. Must get back to the packing. Enjoy your weekend.

Have you tried water therapy?

Some months ago, somebody I know in Grenada forwarded an email to me with Water Therapy in the subject line. He doesn't normally forward things, so I read that email. (I don't normally read most things that are forwarded to me because my computer is my life almost, and I'm afraid of "germs" passing around).

There is something called Water Therapy which amounts to flushing your system with a ton load of water first thing in the morning. It certainly feels like a ton. You are to drink 1.5 litres of water, which amounts to 5 of my cups...could be 6 if you're using a smaller one. You should have this immediately on waking, even before brushing your teeth. Drink the glasses one after the other. They say if you're not accustomed to so much water, then drink 4 at first, and then take a 2 minute break.

Well, the first morning I tried it, about 4 mornings ago, I felt like I was going to explode! Lawks, ah feel like mi belly was ah go buss'. But I persevered and I got down all 6 glasses. Yes 6, because I thought mine was small. But I measure out the cups the next morning and I only need 5.

What happens afterwards is that you

a. go to the toilet immediately
b. don't feel like eating anything an hour, two hours...even three hours afterwards
c. you lose weight

Ok, you don't lose weight right then and there, but I've felt lighter these past couple of days. The water fills you up for the day and you don't feel like eating more.

Oh, the science behind it is this...lemme quote from the email....

How Does Pure Water Act?
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> n Consuming ordinary drinking water by the right method purifies human body. It renders the colon more effective by forming new fresh blood, known in medical terms as " Haematopaises". That the mucous folds of the colon and intestines are activated by this method is an undisputed fact, just as the theory that the mucous fold produces new fresh blood.
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> n If the colon is cleansed then the nutrients of the food taken several times a day will be absorbed and by the action of the mucous folds they are turned into fresh blood. The blood is all-important in curing ailments and restoring health and for this water should be consumed in a regular pattern.
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> Life is Short, Just go for it

So try it nuh?

What 'Uncle Fred' said to me the other day at the gym

I think it was Friday night last, after Pilates, I went around the weights room. I was "setting up my stall" when Uncle Fred (he's an old time body builder, older guy in his 50's) came over to me. He said "I don't know if it's my eyes playing tricks on me but you've gotten smaller." I said, as I always do, "but the scale isn't going down." And as they always do, them fitness instructors, "don't worry about that....your clothes feeling looser?". I said yes. He said well that was the evidence I needed.

How much looser? Well, I tried on a Liz Clairborne beige twill pants I had bought in Florida last year summer which was tight tight, but I always look into the future where clothes are concerned, so I bought it anyway. When I tried it on a few weeks ago, it was ok, but was a bit snug across the butt and I don't like wearing things that emphasize the big ole butt too much. But today, it was just right. A very nice fitting pair of pants....somethings many dressmakers and tailors here just can't seem to get (hence the arguing).

So that will be the outfit for the flight on Sunday. That, paired with a black shirt in size L rather than XXL like I used to wear. Lawks mi feel sweet when di clothes fit.