Some say that Day 3 or 4 are the hardest when you are dieting or on a detox. Any sort of limitation always gets you thinking more about exactly what you cannot have.
|Lunch on day 11: Pan-fried tofu with African Chicken sauce and baby bok choy with garlic|
But I say the hardest days are the final ones. After all the days of hard work, towards the end of it you start making excuses for little cheats, you say to yourself, “There’s no harm if there is a little bit of vinegar on my salad, is there? The kitchen made a mistake, and I can’t very well send the dish back just because I neglected to mention that my detox stipulates that I shouldn’t eat it…?” Or you start getting very confident, and when your friend asks you if you can come to a wine tasting dinner that he’s organising, you feel confident that you can sit there and watch everyone drink, talk about, and enjoy glass after glass of wine – “Sure! I’ve come this far, of course I’ll be able to drink Perrier all night!”
Yeah. Right. That would be a big N-O. That’s where I lost it last Friday night, sitting in Red Tavern with 5 other people and 5 bottles of wine.