There's this obnoxious commercial on TV right now. Kim and I make fun of it every time we see it -- one college woman knocks on the door to another and says "Hey, let's go out tonight." Cut to the second woman, lying on a couch with a book: "I can't," she says, sitting up and putting a hand on her tummy, "I'm bloated and irregular." To which the first one responds, "Must be the stress of finals."
I think I have finals stress.
Everything was going so well the first couple of days back, my weight was stable (at the same weight as when we left), I felt OK, and I was getting back to working out. Now, I just want to lay on the couch and not go out tonight.
I'm sure I'll be fine, and it's just my body readjusting. And if I believe the commercials (and do some grocery shopping), I'll be back to normal by Whitefish Bay -- as long as I start a daily intake of Activia® with Bifidus Regularis™.
And therein lies my problem -- Apple strudel doesn't have Bifidus Regularis. Damn. Maybe I'll just have to suffer in silence.
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