Desperate times call for desperate measures.
This morning, I'm still five lbs away from my goal weight for Wednesday's promo appearance for my movie. Restricted all weekend, and got in some killer cardio, but here I am, still not thin enough. And only 57 hours left until the camera-bulbs start immortalizing my current figure.
I do have to be on-set today (playing a DEPRESSED grad student - how appropriate!), but I am committing right now to not "use my job as an excuse." (God bless the Danish girl who wrote me such a nasty comment, that I am now regretting having rejected -- your words have reverberated in my head all weekend and kept me strong!) I will avoid the craft services at all costs, yes, even if it pisses off the caterer. And hopefully I can fake enough of a stomachache in the morning to get me out of lunch. All I will need is a good place to "hide" where I can pretend to be "working thru lunch."
But so far it looks like I'll have both Tuesday and Wednesday off. In addition to fasting from all food, and limiting liquids to diluted grapefruit and cranberry juices (natural diuretics), Tuesday I'm going to super-dose on the laxatives while my roommates are at work, and Wednesday I'm going to do my first saltwater flush in a long time. It's probably going to hurt like hell, but it will be SOOOO worth it when the dress fits loose on Wednesday night.
(I know you're going to ask; everyone does.) What's a saltwater flush?
This was the reaction to one of my first saltwater flushes.
This was a post of some of the other perks of a saltwater flush.
This is a post answering a comment about the saltwater flush.
And this is the LINK TO THE RECIPE, in case you'd like to try a SWFlush with me.
Who's with me? Leave a comment. Let's support each other, girlies.
Ana-luv to ya.