Occasionally I like to play chicken with my psyche and my body.
I do things do prove a point. Not really for anyone else but myself.
For example the time someone told me that I wouldn’t have enjoyed a boat trip because I would have trouble with the ladder in and out of the water.
Angry and stung, I found one of the few climbing walls in Doha and hauled myself half way up. Hated every second of it, but I proved a point to myself.
Did I ever tell that friend about my triumph? No of course not, they had moved on. I did too, after the climbing wall of course.
Another example is my decision to give up Diet Coke for Lent. I literally went from a four can a day habit to nothing last Wednesday. Why? Because I could.
The result? I’m sleeping better!
My current obsession is with Cross Fit and whether I am too overweight to do it. I will eventually, I just need an impetus and possibly a desire to join a cult.
So this is where I am at with my eating. If I can do theses things for other aspects of my life, why can’t I adapt this stubborn streak to other areas?
I am daring myself to try a juice detox fast for three days. No solids just fresh cold pressed juices from Raw ME, a Qatari raw food company.
I wondered whether I would be able to give up food and do a proper fast for three days. Whether I could find ways to occupy my time other than preparing food, thinking about food, eating food, feeling guilty about food.
And here I am. One day in. Five juices down.
Yes, I have a headache and am feeling more listless post-work than usual. But still alive and still ready to prove it to myself that it can be done.
Two more days left. Counting…