Get a Detox - Chapter 4

I have a confession.  Yesterday afternoon at approximately 16:00 I broke the rules of my detox.  It was not a severe aberration, just four, rather wonderfully fragrant, plump little raspberries.  But it was an aberration all the same.  The hardest bit of the day, tho, was missing dinner.  I don't mean the food, tho that would have been gratefully consumed, but more about just changing the rhythm of the day - the getting up from the desk, seeing what was in the fridge, deciding what to cook and then a happy ten minutes consuming the result. That hour, between 6 o'clock and 7 o'clock when I would normally be preparing dinner was tough to get through and I really needed something to take my mind off it.  My first tip, then, for a detox is to do something at those key moments of the day when you would normally be eating.  I found myself pacing up and down, not really settling, feeling hungrier and more disgruntled by the minute until I hit upon a solution. The garden looks a mess, go do something about it.  And that did the trick nicely. It filled the 'dinner' gap and segued me into the evening. I am getting fed up of peppermint tea tho.

Having veered only slightly off course and having got through the major hurdle of dinner-time, the rest of the evening passed with little event.  From time to time I would get up and check in the mirror to see if I looked thinner.  I didn't.  Did my skin look better.  It didn't.  Did I feel less stressed.  Well, yes I did a bit.  That might have been a combination of things - sitting in the conservatory looking at the results of my gardening handiwork perhaps or just that the day had been productive and interesting.  Or perhaps it was that a few pesky little toxins were slowly being discreted.  I did feel just a tinsy bit happier though.

I have learned something else too.  It is not totally recommended that you throw yourself into a major sporting exercise on the days you are on your liquid-only fast.  You may wake up perky, opening your eyes to the glorious rays of sunshine (yes! sunshine!) coming through the velux and feel relatively good about life. But, I am telling you now, after a 2.5k session in the pool with all major boosters going, one is one seriously hungry bear.  When I finished my set at 8 o'clock I knew there was another how many hours to go before I could eat anything worthwhile.  And those major grumbles in my stomach got me to thinking when day two would actually finish.  Now technically my fast started at about 10:30 on Tuesday night when I finished my meal at East restaurant. Would it be that the fast finishes this evening at the same time?  Or, does two days mean two full days from Midnight to midnight?  If it's the latter, what I want to know is, will Dominos Pizza still be open?????  That, people, is a little joke because as you know the next five days have the dubious delight of a severely restricted menu.  So if I do eat this evening, whether it be at 10:30 or Midnight it'll be a bowl of brown rice.  But strangely, at this point, I'm really, really looking forward to it.

Just stood on the scales.  The readout said 65.5kg.  They must be wrong.  I can't possibly have lost that much weight in 24 hours. 

Half way through day 2. And counting.