Hey guys! I’m Jack. You know, people usually don’t talk about this. But I need to share a problem that has been torturing me for the past few days. For six days, I haven’t been to the toilet.
Yeah, I know, it’s unexpected and, probably, even disgusting. But anyway.
A week ago, I had to go on a diet. Well, the doctors advised me to do it. Like, it has a therapeutic effect, it helps the stomach and the stuff like that. I never really complained about the stomach. But since it’s advised, I decided to follow it.
And I often eat jink food and some other nasty things. And then, I thought like the body would be cleaned, and my health would improve. And stuff. Maybe I would even lose some weight. In short, it’s only good.
But I think my body had a different opinion. The diet means that every day, you eat only one type of food. Well, only cereals, then - dairy and so on. And same on all the days, except the first one. On the first day, according to the plan, there was only a hunger cure. You drink a little water all the time. And that’s it.
Of course, it didn’t make me that happy. But since I got involved into it, I had to agree on such a thing.
I decided that in the end, I would bear one day without food. A kind of willpower test for me. I might get lost in the woods one day, and then - I'll be fine without food all day long.
I started the healing procedure on Monday, as usual. On Sunday evening, I ate a burger the last time and said goodbye to it and to other junk food. And to all the yummy food for a whole week.
The next morning, I woke up with a fighting spirit. For the first half of the day, I was very well. But after lunch, I had no other thoughts but about food.
As a hero, I waited for the evening and tried to fall asleep as soon as possible. I thought, maybe I would see something tasty in my dreams.
The next day, I was looking forward for the breakfast. I could eat cereals on Tuesday. I would have never thought that I love porridge so much! Anyway, I ate so much from hunger that it seemed to me I couldn’t breathe. “Well, okay, but how many useful stuff I ate,” I consoled myself.
But then, I realized my body didn’t really like cereals, and in such quantities. By the evening, such heaviness appeared in my stomach that it seemed to me I had swallowed a stone.
I stumbled around the house with a sour face and was ready to give the world to restore my health state. Then, I first realized I wasn’t quite right. For all the two days, I didn’t go to the toilet normally. Well, you understand.
I even thought about giving up this stupid diet. But then, I decided it was too early to draw conclusions. It was only the second day, anyway. It must have been okay. I would wait a bit more.
Anyway, I went to bed in a terrible mood and with a terrible health.
I had been rolling over in bed half of the night, unable to fall asleep. I waited for the morning. For some reason, I decided that in the morning, I would feel easier. But, as it turned out, I’m not good at predicting the future.
Because in the morning, my state became even worse. My stomach was aching all the time. The heaviness didn’t disappear anywhere. It only intensified. I terribly wanted to eat. But, when looking at the food, I felt sick. Plus, on this day, I had to eat only all sorts of dairy. And I hated them!
So, I spent the day in an unplanned hunger. But such a pause didn’t help my stomach. I couldn’t go to the toilet as before. And that day, it really started to bother me. Now, it wasn’t Ok for sure.
I had to spend the fourth day of the diet outside: I had something to do in the city. All the movements were a torture for me. But I had no choice. I went from place to place with a terrible stone feeling inside and a sharp pain in my stomach. This day was dedicated to all kinds of cereals - some special bread, rolls and all that jazz. Anyway, for the food-on-the-go, it was perfect.
But if I knew that all this would only worsen my situation, I would have spent another day in hunger. I mean it. Over the past two days, I have almost been used to it.
In the evening, it seemed to me my stomach would just burst up. I no longer hoped for any relief. Then, I suddenly imagined how much stuff was piled up in it. It made me scared and disgusted at the same time.
At the end of the fourth day, I didn’t bother about hunger or wanted junk food. Now, for me, there was only one question: why couldn’t I go to the toilet? No, there was another one - how long could I bear this?
I was angry all the time. I felt pain and discomfort. But I couldn’t get the courage to tell anyone about the thing bothering me. It was kind of no point to talk about such a problem even to my parents. I’m not a two-year-old kid anyway. So, I didn’t want to tell them about such details.
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