Bottoms up!
I must admit, last night was the first time I've ever clinked mugs of laxative tea with anyone. Cheers? Day one of The Master Cleanser. This is going to be a challenge. I have friends who call me Piglet because I eat so much. I have friends who carry snacks with them when they know we're going to hang out because I become super mega horrific bitch when my blood sugar drops. My friends don't even bother to ask if I'm hungry anymore if they're entertaining the idea of a bite to eat. It's a given, I can always pack a meal away. But I figure after 28 years of packing it in, it's probably time to take out the trash. I'll spare you the details, but I'll keep you posted on my quest for a clean slate.
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