I'm doing 38 things
Woke up, weighed myself – 156 pounds. That’s five pounds in one night. I’m pretty sure that’s got to be water weight or something, but that’s still quite a startling amount. Especially since I weighed myself before I went to bed, and I was still at 161. And I haven’t even done my salt water flush yet.
Later: The salt water flush this morning made me really nauseous. I had to sit still for about ten minutes thinking about how I was not going to throw up. I tried it according to someone’s suggestion of taking several tablespoons of salt mixed with a very small amount of water, tossing it back like a shot and then drinking 32 ounces of water very quickly. It was more effective than yesterday’s, but the nausea was really uncomfortable.
Still later: I have just had my first experience with the butt pee. It’s pretty gross, and an incredibly weird sensation. It’s strange to clench muscles as though you were going to have a bowel movement and have nothing but liquid come out.
Later even still: I’m starting to think about eating Mexican food. Seriously. I want to go to Efrain’s and have refried beans.
