I tried not getting on the scale every day once. I went mad after 5 days. I'm more sane when I see a number every day...or at least most days. Weird, I know, but I'm a total numbers geek in
every aspect of my life. During the cleanse, I promise not to go off the deep end if it doesn't move or if it goes up. If I do, you can slap me around. Deal?
I've obsessed over poop for a long time. After my gall bladder was taken out 7 years ago, I wouldn't go for a week and then spend a day or two with horrible diarrhea. Come to think of it, I've not had so much of the latter since mid-March when I started the phen. Things haven't been moving smoothly though...and it ****s.
I drank all of my water (plain!) plus some today. Spent 2½ hours mowing the back yard. Yesterday I spent 2 on the front. It's actually only a 1½ hour job. I spent the rest of the time chasing my children around the neighborhood.

But that's a story for another day.