So everything is going great, feeling good, dropping some pounds, even commented to the wife how good my back was feeling. Yesterday I'm in the kitchen, just finished a fine snack of watermelon, reached for a napkin and bang! I went down like I had been shot from a book suppository. It's the price I pay for trying to get out and live life amongst the humans I suppose?
We rode in a 4th of July parade the other day with friends, had a ball. Of course I had to dehydrate myself, stop taking the Miralax for a few days, all in hopes of not getting caught short. Saw a bunch of people I knew, got to see the sights, and had a chance to wear a nifty hat. Also baked in the sun, and will pay the price for days to come. Seems like a lot to go through to ride in a car?