Day 3
Weight: 129
I am not gonna sugar coat anything, I felt like hell today. I had a headache last night and was starving. Matt brought me an 8 oz drink that I downed immediately and some tylenol. I also took some regular laxatives because I didn't want to do the laxative tea. I was unpleasantly awakened by cramping and my baby crying. Perfect. I stayed in the bathroom for an hour and a 1/2 with unpleasant stomach pains, diarrhea, and a terrible headache. I didn't feel right at all. I felt super dehydrated even though I have been downing water and water/type substances like crazy. After the bathroom excursion I drank two full glasses of water and went back to bed. I slept until 7:45 or so when I was woken again by cramping and a crying baby. Perfect. Again. After another 30 minutes in the bathroom I was feeling all wrong and light headed, dizzy, ornery, you name it. I quickly made a 24 oz drink and had it down by 10:30 a.m. Things usually get better after I drink the lemonade, but I was still a little off. I heard day three can be a killer. But I guess I thought I would be different. I drank more water and some herbal tea. I literally wanted to punch Matt in the face for quitting, oh and eating pancakes and a giant bowl of strawberry mini-wheats in front of me. Seriously. At least he ate his banana in the other room. Although I'm not certain that was out of courtesy.
Around 11, there was complete chaos in the Dolezal household. A normal Sarah K, consuming a normal amount of calories and solid food would have surely been able to handle it. Surely. I just felt all sorts of wrong this morning and the attempted cleaning by all wasn't working out so well. The kids were screaming and fighting over who got to do which chore, and we were yelling at the kids to be quiet because the baby was asleep. It came to a climax when Maya yelped as loud as she could (for no apparent reason) right outside her sleeping sisters door. After she was in time-out (kicking and screaming in a fit of rage), I went to the herbal tea cupboard for some Tension Tamer tea. Surely this would help. Instead I fell to the ground in tears. I wasn't even sure why. Maybe If I were eating "normally" I wouldn't have acted so childishly, but I couldn't help it. This whole journey is definitely mentally, psychologically, and emotionally harder than I expected it to be.
Today I seriously considered quitting. I haven't even considered it until this point. But, today was hard. I pulled myself together eventually and started feeling somewhat normal. We went to river walk park with the girls and let them play at the playground by the river and relaxed a bit. Of course I had to pee like crazy while we were there. But overall it felt good to be outside in the sunshine and know that I was still committed.
I forgot that this upcoming weekend (the 23rd-25th) is our marriage retreat in Nashville. It is provided and paid for by the military. I can't be having terrible diarrhea cramps and be able to drink my witch's brew during seminars. Although maybe I can. I haven't decided what I am going to do. If I am going to stop on Thursday (which would be day 8) then I could have Friday to ease out on some OJ, then at least order some soups or something on Saturday. I don't know. That is kind of another reason I wanted to quit. If I can't do the whole ten days then why do it at all? But, alas, that is just me getting in the way of myself.
Pizza was cooked in the house tonight and man I hated my life. But I drank some more herbal tea and some witch's brew and I'm actually feeling pretty good right now. I fit into some jeans that I bought (which were the wrong size and I was supposed to take back to aeropostale). They were even a little loose and looked cute. So I guess that's a plus.
More later, or tomorrow. We'll have to see. Don't be surprised if I quit, this is harder than it sounds.
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