On a lighter, less disgusting note, I am loving the beige sweater I talked about in This Post. It is toasty and cozy and might be my new favorite English Teacher Sweater. (You totally know what I’m talking about. Don’t pretend you don’t. Think Mr. Rogers, only usually without buttons.)
It makes me feel GOOD. And feeling good is half the battle, right? Right. And today? Today we’ve got a big battle to discuss.
Today, we need to talk in euphemisms. Because today, I’ve got an issue.
I hope I don’t gross y’all out and send y’all screaming for the hills. But this is a pretty big deal.
I weighed in this morning. 194.5. And the scale kept bouncing up to 195. And that was not cool.
I have a serious feeling that I know WHY the scale is all wonky lately. And it has little to do with the giant crock pot of potato soup I made and devoured for the latter half of last week. Or the Halloween candy that is still on my kitchen table.
Yes. Bananas. As in the “B” portion of the BRAT diet. The diet you feed people when they are losing their lunch, literally and idiomatically (which is the more correct term than the commonly used “figuratively”), out of both ends.
I had a banana every day for breakfast last week. They’re healthy, right? Right. They totally are.
They also happen to be…hmmm….binding? Yes. We’ll go with that.
Y’all. I haven’t felt like this since I was 2 weeks postpartum and feeling what it might have felt like to give birth the natural way had I actually gotten that far in the process.
This cannot continue.
I’ve had tons of coffee. I’ve added salads to my diet. I ate raisin bran every morning for breakfast last week. And I. Am. Miserable.
I am about to pull out the big guns to get some relief.
I’m all bloaty and puffy and gross.
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