Day 1 Epic Fail

Yea so, the salt water? No go. It was worse than before. I don't know if it is mental or physical for me. At first I just couldn't get a decent amount of it down, then came the juicy mouth. You know how your mouth gets a drooly like a teething baby? Then you get the heevies? Yea. Running to the trashcan at 5:30ish in the morning just ain't cool. I learned something about myself though. I don't like to be alone and throwing up. It's really weird, because that's what I was thinking about the whole time--being alone and throwing up. Yes, the salt water tasted even worse coming back out, but all I could think about was being alone. Weird right? I just kept thinking, "Where is Titus?", but for once he wasn't there. :( The sadness was very strange. I've decided to go with prune juice although technically that isn't an option. I will probably chase it with tea and then on to the "lemonade". I'll let you all know how everything goes from there. So far, however, EPIC FAIL. I am just keeping in mind that throwing up is not the same as giving up. ;)