I’ve been standing open armed for the last few weeks ready to welcome summer back, and much to my delight last weekend it seemed the sun had finally arrived to return my hug.
While I gleefully dusted off my flip flops it suddenly dawned on me (and one of those cartoon rain clouds magically appeared above my head) that this change in weather also meant that lurking just around the corner was that horrendous ‘squeeze back into my bikini after winter’ moment.
Time to take myself in hand.
I decided I must shock my wobbly winter body into action, and so on Monday I embarked on the somewhat controversial Lemon Detox Diet. For one week I vowed to only consume the murky brown concoction of cayenne pepper, syrup and lemons, washed down with as much water as my bladder could hold. Delightful.
This is designed to flush out all those pesky toxins consumed during the colder climate and kick-start my summer ‘look good nearly naked’ plan.
So its my final day and while I’ve lost that bloated feeling (which with no fodder inside my belly, quite frankly I’d expected) I’ve also lost the pep in my step, my sense of humour and rather worryingly, my sanity looked set to follow.
However, it wasn’t being grumpy that I’ve found the trickiest part of this whole detox debacle, it was the fact it completely messed with my social diary – in fact I became a bit of a loner! You see, there’s not a whole lot to do when you’re off solids. Dinner dates, post work G&T’s, even trips to the cinema (I would’ve buckled after one waft of popcorn) were all off the agenda.
Thankfully, I can see the light at the end of this torturous tunnel with tonight’s restaurant booking clearly in sight, proving every cloud (even the cartoon variety) comes with a silver lining!
Does the thought of stripping off for summer scare you?
