Detox day 3

Tuesday (Day 3)

 

Weight:            72.5kgs (what the hell??)

Food:                        none

Liquids:            approx. 5 liters

 

 

Huge surprise – I feel great, relatively full of energy.  I have no idea why – usually the morning of the 3rd day of the fast, I feel terrible and hit my low point.  I woke up early again, around 0630am and went onto the internet – given the time difference (+9hrs), it is one of the good times to communicate with Brazil   I have about 50 emails, but I’m actually thankful for that (see below). 

 

I decide to skip meditation and yoga (too soft) and channel my excess energy into a bike ride and by chance stumble across an authentic Thai fishing village, on stilts in a bay – you don’t get that in Koh Samui. 

 

I’m now officially bored.  Coming back, I spend part of the day dozing in the sun and having a massage, which is nice, but then again I do have an ADD tendency and addiction to multi-tasking and I’m not about to be cured of it.  I start processing my 50 emails and decide to do some marketing work for my company – I’m actually fairly efficient and have one good idea.  I will do some more work later today, but I also need to find more activities for the remaining days.  Usually I would go on long cycle rides around this beautiful island, or diving along near pristine reefs – but both options are probably not advisable in a semi-starved state (even though on the surface of it I do feel like I have energy).  I also notice that one of my initial thoughts in response to realizing that I’m bored is that I should go eat something – and not because I’m hungry (I have zero hunger), but just to pass time.  It makes me realize how often I (we?) probably eat purely out of boredom and/or habit.

 

Late in the afternoon, I hang out at the detox counter (where you get your detox drinks and supplements), which is also next to the steam room, and basically the Spa’s equivalent of a bar or Starbucks, in that it is the most social place.  Except of course that in bars or Starbucks people don’t talk much about colonics.  I pretty much run into everybody.  Eric went on a motorcycle ride on an abandoned road in the jungle – naturally, I talk to him about snakes.  Jason, as it turns out, used to be private chef for a number of ultrarich people including Carlos Slim.  One of his Russian clients just bought a 240meter yacht.  I think I’d like to break my fast in Jason’s restaurant!  In the steam room, I encounter a naked couple (usually everybody wears sarongs) which makes me guess they must be German – we have a nice chat in German for a little while.  Vee (on day 7, the last day of fasting), as it turns out, actually lives in the UK and, by chance, also has a mortgage broking business.  Clearly we instantly stroke up a 1hr conversation on mortgage broking, swapping all sorts of experiences.  We must seem like a couple of nerds, and a noticeably bored-looking Lisa (on day 8 of fasting) walks out on our conversation within 5mins.  Vee also writes a blog about the fasting and mentions he has even posted a picture of the, ahem, “outcome” of one of his colonics because people were asking so much about it – I won’t be doing that, sorry.  Vee’s and mine mortgage and colonic conversation only gets eventually interrupted by Gustav, the very nice elderly (I guess early 70s) South African gentlemen, who is curious about my story in Brazil.  I give him the rundown and his immediate response was “I love Rio, it’s where I had my first experience with two women at the same time” (ah, bless Brazil).  He also adds he gave up smoking after reading it affects sex drive.

 

Finally, notably, two things were missing today:

 

1. My French nemesis family did not annoy me (yet) today – I have to upgrade them to “minor nemesis.”  ADDENDUM -- I'm now sitting in the reception area trying to do emails and the two small kids are running around screaming, unchecked x-(

 

2. There were no conversations about food today.  I sometimes force myself to think about food, but I have no physical response to it, no feeling of hunger or appetite, the idea of eating seems strange.  Except of course the broth soup, which also could be upgraded to minor nemesis, as I realized that putting a bunch of garlic and coriander in it makes it much more tolerable. 

 

Day 4 tomorrow.  I wonder how I will feel.  If I have remotely the same levels of energy as today, I shall go cycling again.