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Sickness bloat

So I got hit with the Rabbit's terrible virus--hence my lack of posting here. Still sick actually.

But that's not why I am really writing about. What I want to know is after 3 days of barely eating toast and drinking 40 gallons of tea, WHY ARE MY PANTS TIGHTER? I mean, not to drag down the wonderful topics that YLM has been scribing about, but really, Can anyone explain this to me???

Anyone? Anyone? Anyone?

Comments

Jill said…
water retention?
Kate B. said…
I think it's called sod's law...
or maybe tea drinker's bloat..??
Manhattan Mama said…
I'm sorry to say my French is limited to three years in high school and I can't understand that comment Catia -- although I am quite sure this is the magic reason I have been searching for. Minnehaha and YLM -- I agree some sort of water retention bloat. Love it. Just love it.

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