Just a quick late night blog (9.30pm IS late around here) to let you know that I am still alive. This afternoon, the much-hyped liver flush did not produce the spectacular results that I had feared – or maybe quietly wished for. Lord knows, my liver could seriously do with some flushing.
Nor have I yet passed out from hunger. In fact, two coconut waters and a bowl of broth per day are proving surprisingly satisfying. I suspect that much of my grottiness the other morning may have been due to the incipient cold that I arrived here with, a sure-fire sign that I was run down and tired before I got here. The cold and I are still doing battle for supremacy, but I am sure that the mandatory doses of Vitamin C and the hot broths must be helping.
Meanwhile, Mr Tenerife is proving to be excellent entertainment value, which helps keep team morale high. Top Three Mr T moments so far:
– the startling sight of him turning up for yoga yesterday morning wearing a tiny pair of speedos (sorry – no photos available)
– later the same day, announcing “I love food. I love it better than sex.” Which was a lot of information on Day 2 of an acquaintance
– tonight at our nutrition workshop, “If I go ‘ome and ask for biodynamic food, zey will sink I am crazy!” (okay, sounds more French than Spanish, but you get the picture).
Anyway, time for bed now. All this fasting can really take it out of you (so to speak).