One bad apple can spoil the whole day...

Hello again, friends - it has been four weeks since my last episode - including a trip to New Orleans, miraculously incident free! (not that I didn't pay for my beignet splurge upon my return but I'll take it) - so now I write to share the latest tale of woe.

For lunch on Wednesday I had an apple, Granny Smith, with peanut butter. Nothing earth shattering about that. Then last night after hitting the gym I had a plain Granny Smith en route to play rehearsal. About an hour or two later I began to feel that tingly, nauseous-full feeling. Oh great - just what I need on stage. My costars will love it if I crap myself in the middle of a scene. Somehow I make it through and on the way home, a new sensation hits: burning in my guts that sort of resembles hunger pains but I know it isn't that. This only happens when something has irritated my bowels and they go all Harry Potter's lightening bold scar on me in warning of terrible things to come. I drive a little faster...

I don't sleep very well last night because of the discomfort and I awake, do Pilates as usual and make my smoothie, then I grab my weekly Friday morning Dunkin' Doughnuts brew and arrive at work. The feeling I get while seated at my deck can only mean one thing: girl, you better find a bathroom NOW.

What started out rather solid this morning with the first evacuation of the day before leaving the house became progressively less so. That old familiar liquid waste has paid me a visit thrice since arriving at the office. And the day is yet young! It is uncomfortable and labored and I have implemented my rice cake and applesauce regimen. But what a start to my marathon weekend...

I'm not sure if it is nerves, those damn apples, or a combination but really? REALLY? I throw my hands up to the heavens in surrender since I know not what hath caused this fury. It is disheartened each time it happens when you consume something seemingly innocuous like produce that you eat all the time anyway. A new brand of frozen yogurt? Sure, that'll probably do it, but not my standby snack. I'm pouting for a brief period before I make yet another trek back to the ladies' room to heed the call.

I must be very cautious tonight and tomorrow not to blow my six months' worth of training by eating anything but bananas, brown rice and plain chicken breast. That is all the fuel I need for Sunday and that is all I'm willing to gamble on, case. closed.

Until next time (that is to say post-Thanksgiving, I hope!)...

xoxo,
GG