Wednesday, February 25, 2009


At this point, I'm going to aim to update once a week. That way when it's more frequent than that, it'll be a nice little surprise for all of us. Myself included.

This week has SUCKED. I was having issues going to the bathroom all of last week...thought maybe it was from the protein powder I was using for my shakes in the morning, because I couldn't think of anything else that had changed in my daily routine.

By the weekend, I was MISERABLE. I'm normally very, very regular, so this was hell.

I tried eating things that normally go right through me. Coffee after Mike and I went to dinner Friday night. NOTHING. Even went as far as to pick up some laxatives on Saturday...took that before I went to bed, said 'produces movement in 6-12 hours'. great. Now we wait.

NOTHING. WHAT THE HELL?!?!?! So, I did the unthinkable. Mike had this stuff that you take before you're having a colonoscopy. Yes. Colon cleanse. You drink it mixed with water, and it's supposed to work as early as 30 minutes. At this point I was desperate, and was tired of feeling like total shit and having it ruin my day. So, a few hours later, it kicked in. We're about to get real personal here but fuck it, it's my blog and if you're reading it, you know me well enough to know that I don't care. :)

After throwing up twice and shitting 12 times - yes, you read that correctly - TWELVE TIMES - in a span of about 6, 6.5 hours, I was finally able to feel some sort of relief and sleep. I woke up Monday feeling a little better, and frankly starving because - well, my body was EMPTY.

I don't even want to get on the scale. Because even though I feel like I lost 20 pounds in a day, I'll get on there and probably be pissed. So, we'll see tomorrow morning if I make that decision or not.

Friday, we go shopping for dresses for wedding #1. If that's not motivation, I don't know what is.

I'd prefer not to be the 'big bridesmaid' :)


  1. Luckily for my friend's wedding, we're wearing our own dresses, own shoes. Basically, just something black, not slutty, that hits at the knees.

    Bueno. I'm thinking of a nice wrap dress. I'm going to be up there with all my girlfriends from high school, when I was the "fat friend". You know, the one with all the jokes, that was still getting laid, but definitely the bigger of the girls. Yeah that's me. Don't really want to re-enact that at the altar.

  2. Well, that helps - being able to decide what YOU feel comfortable in, not 5 other people built completely different from you.