C9: Day 3

I sure you'll all be thrilled to know that I woke up this morning exactly as I had gone to bed. The loo issue of last night has declined to rear its ugly head again thus far. 

Day 3 marks the end of never ending aloe, as now I'm down to just one 120ml serving a day. You know, I drank a whole litre of the stuff over the weekend! A litre! I also get to eat 600 cals. Which sounds lovely. It's not.

There is a huge mental and emotional risk in this cleanse that I hadn't really taken into consideration before. 

Most people are doing this for the weight loss, myself one of them. Most people are obviously desperate to go down the route of spending so much money to loose a few pounds, and again, I happily admit to being one of those people. So imagine you've got through the first two days by eating next to nothing, and see that you've lost 1.3kg. It feels good. It feels great, even. Then you make yourself this lovely looking meal and suddenly, you're wracked with guilt over eating high GI veg in a tortilla wrap. A small voice in your head tells you to eat it because you obviously need to eat, but a louder voice makes you very aware that every bite you take is all of that work over the past two days gone to waste. 

Maybe it's just me that thinks like that, maybe most people reach day 3 and are so excited by the prospect of food that these dark thoughts don't enter their minds. I hope so, because I can very easily see one of the side effects of the C9 being anorexia. 

All of this aside, day three went well. I lost a lot of my structure today due to being at work, and so I possibly might be one bottle of water down on what I should be. I did a fitness class today, and while I only had a few grapes before hand for energy, afterwards I couldn't have felt less hungry if I tried.

Apparently day 4 is the hardest .... Roll on ....