I was reminded yesterday of a story a friend told me years ago.............
Her and her fiance, who is a physician, were driving in West Texas (so i.e. ....middle of nowhere) when he started sweating, shaking and rocking in his seat. She asked him what was wrong, thinking he was having some kind of seizure-like episode. He replied, "I am in gastric distress and need to find a place to go poop NOW!" She nearly fell out of the car laughing. Poor guy.
Why am I telling you this? Because yesterday my day was filled with gastric distress. I don't know if the turkey burger I ate the night before didn't sit well (probably my bad kharma for lying to my husband about turkey spagetti) or I had a tummy bug. Either way, me and turkey are getting divorced for awhile.
Maybe the scale will go down...........sadly, that was my first thought.
You know you are a bandster when the first thing that you think after visiting the comode is............ I wonder how much weight I just lost.