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6.23.2005 By the way, for anyone who ever stumbles across this and wonders what happened between Christmas 2003 and February 2004, it wasn't just the stress of the job that caused me to gain ten pounds back.Not to put too fine a point on it, all the protein was making me constipated as hell, and I tore a rectal muscle during a bowel movement. I could actually feel the tear happening, like a tiny little rip up the lateral sides of my poop chute (I learned later that this occasionally happens during labor, too. I'm not surprised). And then the pain hit. Oh, sweet mother of Cthulhu, the pain hit. I spent most of that weekend lying propped on my stomach in bed, crying from the throbbing, spasming pain. I couldn't sit down. I couldn't really stand very comfortably. I damn well couldn't exercise. And don't even talk to me about pooping -- I wound up having to drink Ensure for a week because I was terrified of having to force crap past those torn muscles. When I did start eating solid food again, let's just say that the first couple of eliminatory experiences were burned in my memory, okay? So I went off Atkins, and time, stress, lack of exercise and eating carbs slowly put the weight back on. Now you know. |
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