So I take the 16oz of cold pressed olive oil and slowly pour the tinted green liquid into a tall glass. I have my freshly squeezed lemons on hand to keep the oil down. OK Camille ~ take a deep inhale.... now exhale. 
I bring it up to my mouth and then sit the glass back down again. My old self appeared to me and said, "why are you even doing this to yourself? You know you're not going to stick with it. Just give up now and let's go to McDonald's. Then I looked down at my stomach and realized that I could honestly be mistaken for a woman who was in her second tri-mester.
And I did it.... I swallowed the thick, slimy oil and chased it down with the lemon juice. My mouth shriveled up like a raisin and then a strange feeling began to overtake me. OMG... I'm about to blow. Earl is calling me and I just spent $20 for this oil and there's no way I was going to waste my money or have to take it again. So I began to swallow the oil and drink the juice until the whole glass was empty. My stomach was like ~ WTF is this you're doing to me? I thought you loved me.
24 hours later I could still taste the oil. I had not eaten anything, because my body was still going through post traumatic stress syndrome. I was even having nightmares about running from a life size bottle of cooking oil. I was told by my health coach that 8-12 hours I should begin having these rapid bowel movements. As I said earlier, 24 hours had gone by and still nothing.
Now I'm scared ....
Weight: 163 lbs | PH Balance: 6.8
My arms had grown to the point that I could no longer read the words on my tattoo. I was hot and then cold. It got so bad that I couldn't sit through a full game of monopoly without flipping the table over cause I owed $15 for landing on Park Ave. I had gain 30 lbs just that quick. So enough is enough..... I'm ready Lord. 
