I’m sort of updating this as I go, until I end up doing an inadvertent impression of Glenn Close crying in the shower.
Breakfast: One cup of Earl Grey with (perfectly legal) honey, one half cup of cherry gelatin, one half cup of beef broth, one iced coffee with Splenda.
Mid-morning snack: One cup of apple juice, and one apple Jolly Rancher. Yeah. Seriously.
Lunch: One watermelon Jolly Rancher. More beef broth. Whee! I’m shaky!
Mid-afternoon snack: Chicken broth, because I like to Shake It Up. Two watermelon Jolly Ranchers. Iced coffee. Water. Cherry Jolly Rancher. Blue raspberry Jolly Rancher. Viva la Jolly Ranchers!
4:00 CST: Time for the purging of the innards. La la la la laaaaaaaah! Ouch.
Dinner: Beef broth. No more Jolly Ranchers. Two 32 oz. bottles of Gatorade, each spiked with half a bottle of Miralax.
9:12 CST: Hating it. The end.
Mood: Irritable. Don’t look at me. No. I mean it.
Also, we went bowling yesterday. Meredith tends to throw the ball and then twist her body around in an attempt to alter the atmospheric pressure just enough to attract the ball to the pins.
Harper handles the ball like a hot potato and follows every throw with a victory dance.