Most every night I wake up at some point and head to the bathroom to pee. Some nights more than once. It’s a hassle but it’s a good thing.
I’ve noticed a clear correlation between what I eat and how often I need to visit the tinkletorium at night. More so than how much I drink, actually. (But then again, for years I have been careful not to drink much close to bedtime.) When I eat well, I pee well. When I eat crap… well, seems that the only good thing about eating crap is that I don’t have to get up at night to pee!
Recently I was cruising along with my eating. On plan day in and day out. Or should I say “NIGHT out.” Because that’s when the pee was flowing. Okay, the pee was flowing all the time because along with eating well I was drinking a lot. Until one day. And one night.
That day, for some reason I have yet to explore, I ate stuff that I should not have eaten. Let’s be clear here. I ate some real crap with a capital C. And that night I slept straight through to the wee hours of the morning with no wee needed. Which might have been nice for a change if I didn’t know exactly what it meant. And sure enough, after I finally got out of bed, still early despite my lack of the usual unbearable bladder pressure, and peed, just a wee bit, I stepped on the scale and saw exactly what I expected. Okay, I actually saw a higher number than I expected. Because really, people, I did not ingest an extra 10,500 calories the day before despite the scale telling me I did. (That crazy math!)
Anyhoo, this post is not about my eating. Or overeating. This post is about the amazing scientific instrument – my nocturnal pee-o-meter. Mine was registering zero that night and that is never a good thing.
What about you? Have you noticed something similar? And have you, like me, suffered an injury on a pitch-black potty pilgrimage?