Training Log – 21 Day Detox: The End is in Sight

Monday: Workout at St. Catharines Amateur Boxing Club

Tuesday: Workout at St. Catharines Amateur Boxing Club

Wednesday: “MUSHIN” with Wayne, 5 km run, Abs and Push-Ups

Thursday: Workout at St. Catharines Amateur Boxing Club

Friday: DAY OFF

Saturday: DAY OFF

Sunday: DAY OFF

Joshi's Holistic Detox: 21 Days to a fatter, poorer you - for life

It is day 15 of my 21 Day Detox and I’m still somewhat sane. Somewhat.

Here are some of the interesting side effects that presented themselves in week two:

-This week my energy levels rebounded with revenge.  From Tuesday to Saturday, I spent the majority of my nights wide awake. 2:00 am might as well as have been 2:00 pm. I was wired for sound and ended up lying there cursing Joshi and his damn detox!

-My taste buds are acting like they’ve just received a shock from the paddles of an amped up defibrillator. They’re alive and kicking like never before and, for the first time, I’m really noticing the subtleties of certain flavours.

-At the beginning of the week, the activity on the scale indicated a slow and steady weight loss. Given that this was one of the by-products I was hoping for, I was pretty happy. Then the weekend happened and I lost my shit. Don’t worry, I stayed true to the restrictions of the regime, but I also dramatically increased the volume of the food I could eat while on the detox. So, here I am, probably the only person who has managed to GAIN weight on the plan. Yes, GAIN weight. On Sunday morning, as I stood on the scale and saw the number starring back at me, I had to breathe and talk myself off the ledge. If I had jumped, it would have looked like this:

ACT 3 – The End of the Detox

Scene 1 – Tracey losses her shit.

Tracey:  (taking the scale and trashing the downstairs bathroom) Are you fucking shitting me?!

End of scene.

-This week, when faced with the fact that I couldn’t consume the foods I wanted to, I decided to take consumption to another level a – materialistic one. I took out my visa and chipped myself silly. I’m now the proud owner of a new pair of earrings, a bracelet, two t-shirts, a long sleeved t, a hoodie and a tailored jacket. If this continues, by day 21 IMMA BE fat and poor.

So, why go on?

Unfortunately, hubris has reared its ugly head and is the only thing keeping me on the detox. I don’t care how much weight I gain or how much money I spend, I will complete the 21 days!