I really thought I would be Little Miss Dookie-Doo on this thing. I got a deep tissue massage today (which are painful yet amazing) that I almost canceled because I thought there may have been an embarrassing 'jumping off the table and asking to be excused with a magazine' incident. Not even close. I take no more trips to the poopy potty than before. I'm not complaining, I'm just stating a fact.
I also thought there would be some humor in the form of, well, farting, that came along this cleanse. So far, not the case. (But I haven't given up hope!)
I feel a little slower physically and mentally, but I have 19 days to recover, right??
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