So, I thought I’d try a salt water flush to kick off Bridget’s road-to-recovery, post-Thanksgiving, pre-Christmas, before-the-real-shit-hits-the-fan diet.  So I did said flush, meaning I drank a quart (4 glasses if you’re like me and thinking about googling it) of salted water.  It tasted so disgusting that my gag reflex kicked in circa glass two, and glasses three and four were spent trying to convince myself that if I was at the beach, I could be drinking the same amount with no benefits.  It wasn’t until an hour later, when it still hadn’t done any flushing, that I realized I only added one tablespoon of salt, not two.  So I drank a giant amount of gag-worthy water, and managed to both bloat myself even further and additionally dehydrate myself all at the same time.  If I ever try to sell diet products on TV, please remind me of this moment.

In other news, I’m knitting mittens right now, and the first one now has a thumb.  Home stretch!