What the fuck. All that time, effort, money, sacrifice, willpower, for 2.2kg.
I still can’t get over that!
It’s the big day! I’m anxious because I haven’t weighed myself during this process & have no vague gauge on my progress. I can never tell from my face or how my clothes fit unless I’ve lost over 7kg. During the morning run my mind is bombarded with hope, fear, and a lightness that what’s done is done & I can’t change anything at this late stage. I have done all the stipulated exercises and more. I have also stuck strictly to the fasting plan.
After my shower & before breakfast I get called to do photographs, get measured & weighed. After 6 days of fasting, colonics & exercise I lost a grand total of……. 2.2kg.
Wait. What???? Surely this can’t be correct! I have spent ALL WEEK fasting & done colonics everyday as well as a liver flush. There has to be some sort of a mistake!
I could lose 2.2kg in 1 week on weight watchers while maintaining my normal lifestyle. Think about it – there should have been a notable weight loss if I ate sensibly & exercised more. The colonics & fasting had no effect on me whatsoever. I didn’t have to come to Thailand & waste all this TIME, MONEY & EFFORT. I am so disappointed. Justly so I feel. My friends try to cheer me on & tell me it’s not all to do with the numbers – surely I feel better & I look better. They say because I’m considerably smaller than some others my weight loss has been less in comparison. I can tell they also expected more from me but they are busy being supportive to commiserate with me. So unjust. A guy stayed for half the time as me, only joined in 3 exercise sessions & slept most of the day & he lost TWICE as much as me. Twice. Half the time! I know men lose weight faster than women, but he was here for half the time & did fuck all. Gaaaaaahhhhhhhh, why do I bother? Seriously???
I continue through the motions of the day partaking in the yoga class with a deflated expression & an amazing massage. I am allowed to eat again today & my lunch is 4 papaya slices. It was nice to be chewing again but my disappointment clouds the joy of being able to eat solids.
When it’s time for my colonic I request a new nib because I threw my last one out. I am asked to pay 250THB (which isn’t much). I have already invested too much in this 2.2kg so I swiftly decline therefore opting out of my last colonic. I’m a miserable bitch.
I get my photographs before I leave & I am so relieved & surprised to notice a difference in my physique. I can tell that I have lost weight from my stomach & thighs. I feel a certain redemption that all was not wasted & my effort, time & money did generate a positive difference.
I’m really sad to leave my fellow inmates. They are a great group of people from a wide variety of backgrounds & some have a wonderful sense of humour. Meeting this group & the whole experience has also contributed to this challenge not being a total write off.
I leave on the ferry for my journey to Krabi wondering where my week in Koh Samui disappeared to & totally baffled that everything I put into it was just for 2.2kg……
Today is Sunday & our day off, but our determined little dream team are throwing the rule book out the window & going for out usual morning walk. I am keen to make the most of my opportunity so I run most of the route in good time. I retire to my room to wash my laundry & start packing & I have a late breakfast. I am getting really hungry now & I’m undecided whether it is because the end of fasting is near or because I’m cutting out some of my charcoal drinks because they are becoming increasingly intolerable to take.
On Sundays the centre provide a taxi for 4 hours so the inmates can go sightseeing. We went to see a waterfall, a mummified monk & a very suggestive rock. I am a terrible tourist & detest the incessant production line of tourists doing the same thing & taking very little from the whole experience.
The street food looked amazing today but I was not tempted one iota to break my fast. I have to commend myself. This is my 6th day surviving on liquids alone & I’m not faring too badly. I hope I can take this as evidence that I have the ability to cope with no food.
The inmates are wonderful! They are funny & kind & very determined, admirable humans. We have some new people in the group including couples which I think is bizarre. I would not want to take my other half somewhere to see me do a daily colonic. I dread to think how they manage when they do their liver cleanse in sync & demand for the toilet exceeds the supply….
After our tour I was exhausted & went straight to bed with my book only getting up to for soup because I am starving! I wolfed 2 bowls of soup & a ginger tea before retiring back to my room for F1 – what a treat! I am lethargic, hungry & feeling not quite myself. Tomorrow is my last day & I am getting weighed & measured. I am feeling very anxious about this. I have followed the diet to a tee & even undertook extra activities & avoided the teas to ensure I didn’t consume caffeine. I will be really upset & disappointed if I don’t get the results I want & so clearly have earned.
I have witnessed other people busting their chops & being disappointed with their results & someone else slept through most of the set exercise sessions & lost quite a bit. It seems so unfair. I wouldn’t be surprised if I lose 2kg or less tomorrow. I would be very happy with 4kg.
Now to sleep through this hanger & rest well for my final day tomorrow.
Warning: Please don’t read at breakfast, if you are queasy or aren’t into disgusting details about my bum or poo! I completely understand! Apologies in advance!
My alarm is set for 6am for my third epsom salt mixture which goes down with difficulty. A fellow inmate has come to check on me & he seems surprised I am doing so well. I have a dooming feeling that my strife is still ahead of me. Before 8am one of the staff members come to check on me & they are also surprised I am quite perky & haven’t been on the toilet all night. I take my forth & final epsom salt mixture, go to the bathroom, wait an hour or more then I go to the main area for a coconut water & my morning carrot juice. By this stage I’m feeling so bloated & uncomfortable. Everyone thinks I got off easy with my liver cleanse but I know it isn’t over.
The juices seem to do the trick & soon enough I am back on the toilet with a bowl of yellow bile. Please tell me this detox is good for me & I’m punishing my body for a faddy quick health fix! I feel really terrible so I lay in bed, miss my juices & manage to peel myself up 2 hours later for my massage. A massage is probably not a good idea, or a safe one in my delicate condition but I love massages so I can’t resist. I make it through the massage without any leakage issues & have to go & take my nutrients & another juice after. I’m feeling great at this point & having a laugh with me fellow inmates.
Next up is my colonic. This was hell. My poor bum was already sore from all the acid I’d been expelling & the colonic cramped up my stomach the whole time. I was getting hot sweats & a lot of discomfort. By this stage there was nothing solid left in me. Fasting, the charcoal husks & colonics for the last 4 days have completely emptied me of any waste I was storing up. After an hour & a half of discomfort I think I’m done. I climb into bed & try to nap it off.
I got up in time for soup at 5pm & only managed 1 bowl instead of my usual 2. I was feeling a bit lethargic & sorry for myself but, despite my unsteady legs, when someone mentioned a swim I quickly joined them. It’s so peaceful relaxing in the warm water in the last hues of sunset. We chatted for 2 hours watching the world go by before making our way out of the dark sea. I’m meeting some really interesting lovely people at this retreat. I’m so glad day 5 is over & I hope to be back to my normal self by the morning.
Today I am doing a liver cleanse! I have been slightly concerned about this as I have put my liver through hell with all the booze I’ve drank from my mid teens to about a month ago. I seemed to have ceased drinking alcohol & have not even had 1 drop for over 5 weeks now. My friends are asking where nuala is & what have I done with her. In reality it is very expensive to continue my border alcoholic behaviour on my shoestring budget. A beer has been roughly equivalent to 1 nights accommodation & by forgoing the beer I see I can afford many more nights accommodation & enjoy a longer trip. It’s basic math.
When I’m travelling solo I’m not a big drinker because I have to have my wits about me & be capable & in control. I know I can easily slip through my tolerance point & I’m not going to take this risk. I have also been associating alcohol consumption with gluttony recently. What’s the difference between me sitting down to 3 beers than sitting down to 3 tubs of Ben & Jerry’s? My body does not need it, it has zero nutritional value & only keeps me away from being a more comfortable size.
The liver cleanse day is a normal day until 1pm when I take my soup & as much water as I can chug until 2pm. Then I fast without my usual liquids. Instead I am given a mixture of epsom salts & water at intervals of 6pm, 8pm, 6am & 8am. I also get a salad dressing type concoction to take at 10pm. It contains orange juice, oil & . At this stage any liquid will be welcome to me as I am used to drinking so much water now.
I feel physically great with no complaints & my 6pm first epsom salt solution goes down without a fuss. I go to the bathroom once before my 2nd epsom salt solution at 8pm. I go to the bathroom once after this & I’m patiently waiting for the grand expulsion other people spoke off. I feel grand & the lack of water hasn’t even bothered me. At 10pm I take the orange oil mixture which is similar to a salad dressing. It didn’t taste too bad but there was just sos much it was making me feel nauseous. I wait, & wait & wait & nothing.
This morning I felt dreadful. My run was much tougher than the day before I felt so hot & lethargic the whole time. My favourite songs couldn’t even motivate me to run faster or for longer. Music is my hypothetical whip which motivates me to push myself. My whip was broken today. I lay on my bed as soon as I got back & it took all my energy to get up for a shower & go for my breakfast juice. I don’t have the energy to smile & chat to people. I’m not my normal self. I’m not starving or pining for food – don’t get me wrong, if I was allowed food I would take it without hesitation. I want to hide in my room & sleep but I go through the motions of yoga, meditation, sauna, talking to people (one of my favourite hobbies!). Even my massage didn’t pick me up. Then I had another colonic to face. I was completely uninspired.
At 3pm our group exercise was weights & I felt I was coming back to myself as the 3 fabulous female participants danced & grinded our way through the weights with cheesy 80s throwback songs. The Thai kitchen staff even came out & joined us to throw some moves! Music & good company is a recipe for a good time, even when you’re working out during a Thai heatwave!
I went for a lovely cycle after the workout & promised myself a new bike when I stand still again. When I got back I downed my 2 bowls of soup then jumped into the beautiful sea. I’m so relieved my mood has lifted & I feel myself again. Hopefully it is my body adjusting to these changes in a positive way. People say it’s toxins leaving the body but I’m not convinced… I hope that will be my lowest point of the program. I say this highly optimistically as I have a liver cleanse tomorrow which is supposed to be really tough.
It’s Day 2 & I feel surprisingly good for someone who hasn’t ate in 34 hours & had a self not-for-pleasure anal probing experience the day before. I decide that the morning walk isn’t challenging enough for me so I put the tunes on & run & sweat my way around the route. When I return to my room my face is a bright hot red with beads of sweat racing down from my hairline. I’m a firm believer that you get out of things what you put into them so I am going to give this my all to achieve maximum results.
It takes over an hour for my face to return to a normal pinky hue. My cold shower is so refreshing & I can’t wait for my meditation nap!
The day went well with another sauna, massage & colonic. I feel the need to congratulate myself when my colonic is executed without problems. Is this something I can validly be proud of myself for? I never ever predicted I would be applauding myself on a good colonic.
I took all my allocated drinks & soup & I’m baffled as to how I’m not absolutely starving. It just goes to show me I really don’t need to eat the quantity of foods I do daily & I can easily skip meals with no consequences. I think the new environment & people are a big factor in distracting me from food & thinking about how hungry I am.
Today our exercise class is beach volleyball. It was so much fun! We were 5 on 5 & there was a great team attitude & competitiveness between us. I just love how easy it is to meet a stranger & love them as a person. I also love how everyone is completely different, from different countries, backgrounds, experiences & we can all come together & have great craic. I really love humanity sometimes.