Week 1 - Day 4 When you want knowledge, you go out searching for answers. So far what a great book - not another diet but a plan, an eating plan!
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Week 1 - Day 4 When you want knowledge, you go out searching for answers. So far what a great book - not another diet but a plan, an eating plan!
Week 1 - Day 2
Today started with my first tablet of Eutroxsig 50mg. Now you have to wait for 30 minutes before eating - well breakfast felt like it was forever away! I think I’ll have it as soon as I wake up cause then I can have a shower, get dressed and make my breakfast. That would definitely chew up some time.
The weekend always goes so quickly... I love work cause there’s no emotions involved. Home makes me tired. Actually everything makes me tired. Sleeping makes me tired! It’s funny when you are finally diagnosed with something that a light bulb flicks on with your family.
I was talking to my dad, who I accidentally bumped into down the shops on Sunday. We sat down and had a coffee. The conversation started with “You must be happy that you have finally been diagnosed with something.” And the strange thing is that I am happy. I thought it was all in my head. I thought I was going crazy.
As I sat there with dad and spoke of the symptoms of Hashimoto, dad admitted that mum and himself felt bad. We laughed as he told me that he thought I was doing a midnight raid of the pantry. If only that was the case. Raiding the pantry for a snack at night would be so much easier to fix. So they had noticed that I wasn’t me. I wasn’t happy and healthy me. They Dr. Google’d Hashimoto and realised that it was “Hashimoto Melissa”.
My husband had also just ignored it thinking I had mental issues and I would benefit from sitting down with a paid professional to talk over my problems. My husband didn’t feel that he would be the right person because I would explain what was on my mind and jump from one thing to another. I would become an emotional reck.
The doctor told me on Saturday “it’s going to take 6 weeks before you see anything”. Well I’m impatient!! Hurry up....