Speaking of Mom's and weight loss. My senior year I am trying to cut from 165 to 145, tell my coach I have not shit for a week. He gives me a natural laxative. Next day, I tell him a got a few nuggets. Another wrestler (Mark) suggests ex-lax.
I take some ex-lax and lose a two pounds. My brain envisions, 2 tablets = 2 pounds, what happens if you take a box? What happens is you have a colonoscopy prep experience...stuck on the toilet for hours. Only difference is your father is yelling at you for tying up his bath room for hours and then your girl friend is pissed because you don't call (early 80's) her and cannot believe anyone can take a 2 hour shit. It was great, easiest 10 pounds I ever lost, better than getting a big wheel when I was 5. I thought I had found the holy grail of cutting weight.
Next day coach asks me about my weight (I went from 15 over on Monday to 1 over on Tuesday). Coach says "How do you do that, never mind it is probably best I don't know". My response, "your right, you don't want to know". The bad thing about mega does of ex-lax is that my body adjusted to them and within weeks they had no effect, that was a bad day, bye bye holy grail. That lead to asking Mark if he had the same experience, Mark had the same experience.
Mark had moved on to enemas. I asked, "how do you give yourself an enema?". Jim "I don't, my mom gives it too me." That was too much information before there was TMI. I can still picture them.