Weight: 205.2
Body Fat: 29.8%
BP: 135/87
Heart Rate: 65
I hate lemons. I seriously do. The only thing that makes drinking the lemonade bearable is the fact that it’s the only thing I can have. I have no intention of eating another citrus fruit (even limes, which I love and are an integral part of the gin and tonic I so enjoy) for at least 6 months.
I just finished my last cup of tea, and tomorrow will (hopefully) be my last butt-tsunami.
Tomorrow is my last day of this lemonade shit, and it has come none too soon.
On the agenda for tomorrow? Find juice recipes and go buy a bunch of non-citrus fruits and a bunch of vegetables and prepare to start easing back into regular food.
Did I mention that I’m tired of the lemonade?
I couldn’t bring myself to mix my third bottle of it when I got home today (I’ve been drinking three 24oz. bottles a day), so I got in my requisite 48oz. of the lemonade shit and I’m satisfied with that.
I effing hate lemons.
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