Never Underestimate the Power of a Poop

That's right, folks. It's time to talk about it.

"When something difficult or painful happens, Holland, always look to
see what it makes possible that wouldn't have otherwise been possible.

Like a new adventure, a closer friendship, or chocolate in your peanut butter.
Everything makes you better" - The Universe

3/11/10
22:44 Rural Homestay time

Ok, I can now officially say, “When the going gets tough, the Holland gets tougher.”

I’ve been having a tough time with this homestay, right? I love my family SO much and I’m not cut out for this kind of life, which makes me sad because I’ve always thought I was the kind of person who could adapt: who could take on everything.

Well, I was beginning to think it was because of my weight and I was crabby and snappy to everyone, I was crying about missing home and I was utterly exhausted (sound familiar?) Well, this morning I decided I would full-on go for taking a shower. I’d wash my body, was my hair and brush my teeth.

IT.
WAS.
GLORIOUS.

I felt SO much better. Even Morgan said, “you look much happier today.”

Well, everything was going fine and I was LOVING the big tree we visited when the urge to the bathroom overtook me.

Um.

I wasn’t surprised when it was my period. I was just mad that I didn’t take the damn pads when I saw them this morning and thought, “Gee, I should really take those with me...just in case.”

So.

I went back to the house and got some pads and basically spent the afternoon with ‘my girls.’ I felt bad I didn’t cook like I was supposed to, but I got invited to Kelley’s house and well no one came to pick me up so I spent the time doing what I needed to do: not think about being female.

So, we went on this bathroom trek and I tried to flush out what had been stocked up from my period and from being to scared to use the outdoor bathroom with all it’s buggy and lizard friends (Basically, I had been irregular for 4 days).

I couldn’t.

When I got home my stomach was killing me. Not only was my body in dire need of draining fluids, but there was also a backup of poop pushing against the back of my bladder.

Ok, now I’m not gonna get into the details (Marina you can ask about it later) but afterwards, I felt SO. INCREDIBLY. RELIEVED.

It sounds silly because it’s about poop, but I conquered a real fear in that moment by adjusting a situation to fit what I needed to make happen.

It just felt like such a Moment...like an “I can do this” kind of moment. Like an “I am strong” kind of moment. Like an “I picked the Right Program” kind of Moment.

It felt good.