Oh, my, goodness. I just had a Greek salad and it was pure tomato-y, olivey heaven. Granted, I'm 'cheating', cos it's from the day 2-3 post-fast menu, but I've been told roughly 461 times in the last week to 'listen to your body', so now I am! Now that I've taken the edge off, I have developed a taste for all things flavoursome. Right now my body is quite keen on the idea of Vietnamese Spring-rolls for dinner. Or I might behave with a brown rice salad *yawn*.
Andrew is sitting next to me eating the inside out of coconuts. He's on Day 9, and coconut flesh has become his minor indiscretion. He does a cracking Robinson Crusoe impression, gouging out the white chunks of succulent flesh. He's like a walking Bounty ad! They snuck garlic into my Greek salad and I'm now v self-conscious about being garlic-girl, even though people who have been shunting 16 litres of garlic solution err up their butts hardly smell of roses, either. (Garlic is what you switch to after you're bored of the coffee and vinegar solution - kills parasites apparently).
Right. Time to shower, and make myself look purdy, tonight we're off to the beach to be taught how to take this lifestyle forward into the real world. Please note the only reason for my attendance is that the Spa Beach restaurant has a slightly bigger menu than our retreat. Mmmmm.
Whew. I almost feel like me again. All that's missing is a glass of wine, and maybe some chocolate coated peanuts.
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