And gosh. What the heck, you guys. The older I get, the less tolerant of "motion" I get, and the more motion sick I get, the more I eat. 'Cuz for some odd reason, it calms my tummy.
Here's the catch. I LOVE rides. I've learned that the "spinny" rides are "non-negotiable", as in, I get so queasy and urpy after them that my day is ruined. The roller coasters though? Bring. It. On.
Except, yesterday, they were even getting to me a bit. Which means, well, basically that I ate my way through the entire day.
(Photo taken from our June trip to Valleyfair...yesterday was gray and chilly!)
A ride on the world's best "Extreme Swing"? Some fries to soothe my slightly yucky tummy. A front seat on the "Wild Thing"? How 'bout some chips and guac for that? A death defying drop from the "Power Tower"? Ickyness cured only by hefty amounts of grease washed down by Coke.
And, Texans, when I say "coke", I mean "Coke".
Needless to say, my gauchos and over-sized sweatshirt came in VERY handy. In fact my took a look at me at the end of the day and stated, "Yeah. She does look like she came to eat."
Now...where did I put those running shoes?