Tuesday, March 17, 2009

everybody poops

This is how I know I am getting a wee bit too obsessed with the scale: Sunday night I dreamt all night about pooping.

Many people who weigh on a weekly basis will tell you with glee how they squeeze out every drop of pee possible before their weigh-in, but let's not kid each other here at the Forthright Fattie.  A pre-weigh-in poop is the holy grail.

Alas, all that dream-pooping did not result in a real life bowel movement Monday morning.  The upside to this is the hope that perhaps this means your weight is a half-pound or so less than the scale says, a fantastical possibility.  

Worse, (and HI, yes, I know this is TMI, but I'm trying to lose weight and be a runner here, and that means I'm going to have to talk about poop every once in a while) I never found the right time the rest of yesterday or this morning, so I set off for my three mile run with a heavy intestine.  About half way through things started to loosen up, and the rest of the run was agony.  I hit the restroom as soon as I got home: sweet relief.


  1. I'm dying laughing! Seriously.

    I thought I was the only one who prayed for poop on the day of my weigh in! I KNOW it's made a difference in the past!

  2. I am right there with you girls! That made me laugh out loud. Thanks for the chuckles.