Yes, I'm back to playing Name That Tune with the title. Knock yourselves out. No, really.
Got up at 6.45 to have first clay'n'husk extravaganza. With a vague taste of pineapple juice. It wasn't as bad as I was expecting, but I'll rethink that after I get through 7 days of it. Oh - and joy of all joys - I don't have it 4 times a day. It's in fact FIVE times a day. Mmmmm. I was also given my supplements for the day - I will be taking 6 pills errr many times a day. 5? I think so. These are nutrients and acidophillis, however you spell it. This is one stumbling block for me - I have no spell check, and no ability to edit after posting here, so if I am coming across as though I was dropped on the head as a child, I apologise. Thanks for info on bentonite clay, Unmentionable-Boy, I had no idea I was eating ash.
So last night I maybe managed 3 hours of sleep. Kidney infection thing is still hanging around, and I forgot to ask Mr Mkay (Dr John) if it was sensible to start the hunger strike. It's irritating me now, because I'm ok during the day, it's just night-time that it gets bad. I reckon it'll be alright. Or I'll die. One or the other. I'm slightly negating the detox process by hoovering antibiotics, but that's only for a couple more days.
I met a few more n00bs while watching the introductory VDO last night - and saw them again at the 7am slurry ceremony. 2 English girls and a lady (ish) from Shanghai who works in NY. She (disputable) is very bossy and dictatorial, and is here 100% for weight-loss. When I said I know 2 other people who have been here and done the fast, all she (maybe) wanted to know was if they kept the weight off. I think I know which of us will be bribing the chefs to supply deep-fried lard first. And, miraculously, it's not me. Shibby.
Oooh, is that the time? 8.30am, time for my supplements, some dry skin brushing, a shower, and then off to the herbal steam room. 10am is slurry o'clock again, then I think a clay facial is on the cards! Woo. If I was in London, I'd be frantically downing Berocca, sorting out my handbag and iPod, walking to work with the other droids, panting for my small skinny caramel latte from Gaddafi's, and toying with the idea of a raisin danish. *sob*. Caramel laaaaaaaatte. There is a dull, resonant ache in the very core of my soul, longing for you. Sweet nectar, beloved ambrosia. I will never leave you again. I miss you, so very, very much.
And you lot.
X
Oh - and thanks v much for emails/comments, they're keeping me borderline sane thus far.
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