Well that's very interesting. I sat yesterday evening in the pub with friends waiting for the weekly quiz to start and watched them eat fish and chips The slight revelation is that I felt no compulsion to join them. Not even to steal a chip. And that's without having eaten for nearly forty-eight hours. I stuck to water too and watched with only a minor pang as they finished off a bottle of wine. Maybe there is something in this detoxing after all.
This morning I feel right chipper. I finished the liquid-only fast and treated myself to some fruit. I am looking forward to my brown rice and vegetable lunch. My skin looks smoother and clearer and my eyes are sparkling without the help of Optrex eye whitening drops. I notice when I dress that I don't have quite such a muffin-top over my jeans. I checked my weight and the scales said 65.5kg, again. I am surprised about that. Either my body is a bit weird or the scales are wrong, or both. But I don't terribly care because I am feeling quite good and at the moment the world is alive and bopping about through rose-tinted lens. This all might change a bit later though.
I have been invited on a night out with my girlfriends, down at the Brew Tap. This will be much harder than last night as there will be a mammoth range of good beers on sale and I am rather partial to a good real ale. The conversation will flow and I think there will be dancing. It will finish late. My question is, will I manage to see the night through surviving only on sparkling mineral water? I don't mind the restricted diet, I kind of like it actually because it takes a lot of the decision-making process out of dinner and creates not much washing up. I can even live without the coffee and chocolate. But the no-alcohol rule? That's harder, much harder.
Watch out for tomorrow morning's update.