I woke up at 7 am and headed to the basic weighing. I had lost 400g. After that I went jogging on the beach, enjoying the daybreak. I have a habit of taking two bottles (50cl) of water for my run, so my arms get more exercise. After the run I reward myself with a liter of spring water. Wohoo!
I stopped at the Puente Romano pier to enjoy my water. I got company: a bagpipe player who told me he came to the pier every morning to play his bagpipe just for fun. I sat at the end of the pier sipping spring water, appreciating the sunrise. The first thing that slipped into my mind was ”I’m in Heaven”. And that was the only thought there was. This is so hard to describe. You can only experience it. An amazing feeling.
When I returned to the clinic I sat on my balcony to drink the morning tea and to plan the day. There will be interesting program in the evening: that cocktail event. I wonder what a cocktail party at a fasting clinic is like.
Now I have clearly attained a climax in my fast. In this state I would have the energy to do anything. My mind has rested; I want to socialize and I’ve got a really positive feeling going on all the time.
I did an excursion with my friend to Mijas today. I had the energy to walk many hours boosted solely by a carrot juice. I couldn’t make to the lunch, so I got a small (100 kcal) glass of fresh carrot juice before my excursion.
Now I understand why over 70% of the people who fast here once come back again and again. I intend to come too. I feel very well and have notably lost weight: about five kilos. My body is more toned up and now even the bikinis look good on me. I might even put ’before’ and ’after’ photos on some page of my diary. Shall I publish them on the internet depends entirely on whether there is any difference between those pictures. I believe there is.
I haven’t needed to wear make up for over a week. Now I find myself blow drying my hair and putting some make up on. I haven’t ingested anything today except for tea and a glass of carrot juice. It’s almost 7 pm. Tonight, after the cocktail party there will be the traditional evening soup. I am not hungry at all. Really strange.
I can see from my room how the staff is setting tables and glasses for the cocktail event that is about to begin. The jars seem to contain watermelon juice instead of the non-alcoholic mojitos that I was hoping to get in the event.
It was nice to dress up after a while. I arrived at the event a bit late on purpose. I didn’t want to be the first. There was already a big crowd of people. The clinic owners came to shake hands and asked my opinion on the fasting period. Jutta and Claus Rohrer seemed very friendly. Buchinger Wilhelmi is a family owned company. I couldn’t help but praise my experience to Jutta and Claus. All the initial difficulties have been forgotten and I am at the best stage of my fast. All that comes out of my mouth are flattering words concerning the clinic and the fast. Their timing for the cocktail event was perfect.
I had a glass of the watermelon drink. It tasted almost too sweet in my mouth, even though there was only liquid made of watermelon, berries, fruit and no added sugar.
I talked to many people who were fasting and exchanged some words with the manager, too. I heard that in one part of its big plot the clinic has an organic vegetable garden where the cooks pick up herbs and veggies for our meals. I asked whether the fasting clients go stealing vegetables there when hunger takes over them. I got an affirmative answer. Luckily I didn’t know about that secret kitchen garden in the beginning of the fast. I might have crept there in the wee hours to hunt some celery at the weakest moments of my fast.
After yoga I went to the sauna. Between the ladies and gents sauna there is a common chill out room. I went there to lie down and drink sparkling water. A man of Indian origin sat next to me and with his words he made it clear from the beginning that he was no hard up. He started to tell how many hotels and hotel chains he owned. I was just amused by his bragging.
Undeniably, the people at the clinic are clearly wealthy. This isn’t a free clinic, anyway. At the pool area there is often a big group of mature German ladies with slim bodies and incredibly toned, big and beautiful young woman’s breasts. Silicon, of course. The ladies sunbathe topless and their faces are lifted extremely tight. They all look the same. Personally, I dont understand that. I intend to grow old with dignity.
My lawyer friend told me that many top models visit the clinic. They come to fast before big underwear shootings. The lawyer was disappointed that this year he had come to the clinic at the "wrong" time, since there were no top models. He sweet talked that I was the most beautiful "patient" at the clinic at the moment. Nice words for a mother of small children.
Back with the Indian man. He told his life story which was quite ordinary. A burn-out, busy entrepreneur that started having overweight and different ails. Someone recommended the clinic and from then on the man has come to the clinic every year for an "inspection". I think that idea of an inspection is very good.
He listed all the possible sports cars that he owns around the world, and slipped a wise thought in the middle: "I take all my cars for an inspection regularly; so why not take myself as well and clean up my machine by fasting at least once a year?".
The Indian man comes every year for a three week fast at the Buchinger. Before and during the fast he goes to the dentist, ENT specialist, generalist, ophthalmologist, physiotherapist and other doctors’ check-ups if necessary. They take his blood analysis which researches all the possible and impossible. It takes lots of money, but fortunately there is plenty of it, the Indian man continued with his bragging style.
It has been a marvelous day. I have already told my siblings and my mother that they all should come to this fasting clinic. We could do a holiday trip here together. I feel like a brand new car, if you want to employ this inspection/car terminology. Today I’ve still got planned some reading in my room with all sorts of waters before going to sleep.
I stopped at the Puente Romano pier to enjoy my water. I got company: a bagpipe player who told me he came to the pier every morning to play his bagpipe just for fun. I sat at the end of the pier sipping spring water, appreciating the sunrise. The first thing that slipped into my mind was ”I’m in Heaven”. And that was the only thought there was. This is so hard to describe. You can only experience it. An amazing feeling.
When I returned to the clinic I sat on my balcony to drink the morning tea and to plan the day. There will be interesting program in the evening: that cocktail event. I wonder what a cocktail party at a fasting clinic is like.
Now I have clearly attained a climax in my fast. In this state I would have the energy to do anything. My mind has rested; I want to socialize and I’ve got a really positive feeling going on all the time.
I did an excursion with my friend to Mijas today. I had the energy to walk many hours boosted solely by a carrot juice. I couldn’t make to the lunch, so I got a small (100 kcal) glass of fresh carrot juice before my excursion.
Now I understand why over 70% of the people who fast here once come back again and again. I intend to come too. I feel very well and have notably lost weight: about five kilos. My body is more toned up and now even the bikinis look good on me. I might even put ’before’ and ’after’ photos on some page of my diary. Shall I publish them on the internet depends entirely on whether there is any difference between those pictures. I believe there is.
I haven’t needed to wear make up for over a week. Now I find myself blow drying my hair and putting some make up on. I haven’t ingested anything today except for tea and a glass of carrot juice. It’s almost 7 pm. Tonight, after the cocktail party there will be the traditional evening soup. I am not hungry at all. Really strange.
I can see from my room how the staff is setting tables and glasses for the cocktail event that is about to begin. The jars seem to contain watermelon juice instead of the non-alcoholic mojitos that I was hoping to get in the event.
It was nice to dress up after a while. I arrived at the event a bit late on purpose. I didn’t want to be the first. There was already a big crowd of people. The clinic owners came to shake hands and asked my opinion on the fasting period. Jutta and Claus Rohrer seemed very friendly. Buchinger Wilhelmi is a family owned company. I couldn’t help but praise my experience to Jutta and Claus. All the initial difficulties have been forgotten and I am at the best stage of my fast. All that comes out of my mouth are flattering words concerning the clinic and the fast. Their timing for the cocktail event was perfect.
I had a glass of the watermelon drink. It tasted almost too sweet in my mouth, even though there was only liquid made of watermelon, berries, fruit and no added sugar.
I talked to many people who were fasting and exchanged some words with the manager, too. I heard that in one part of its big plot the clinic has an organic vegetable garden where the cooks pick up herbs and veggies for our meals. I asked whether the fasting clients go stealing vegetables there when hunger takes over them. I got an affirmative answer. Luckily I didn’t know about that secret kitchen garden in the beginning of the fast. I might have crept there in the wee hours to hunt some celery at the weakest moments of my fast.
After yoga I went to the sauna. Between the ladies and gents sauna there is a common chill out room. I went there to lie down and drink sparkling water. A man of Indian origin sat next to me and with his words he made it clear from the beginning that he was no hard up. He started to tell how many hotels and hotel chains he owned. I was just amused by his bragging.
Undeniably, the people at the clinic are clearly wealthy. This isn’t a free clinic, anyway. At the pool area there is often a big group of mature German ladies with slim bodies and incredibly toned, big and beautiful young woman’s breasts. Silicon, of course. The ladies sunbathe topless and their faces are lifted extremely tight. They all look the same. Personally, I dont understand that. I intend to grow old with dignity.
My lawyer friend told me that many top models visit the clinic. They come to fast before big underwear shootings. The lawyer was disappointed that this year he had come to the clinic at the "wrong" time, since there were no top models. He sweet talked that I was the most beautiful "patient" at the clinic at the moment. Nice words for a mother of small children.
Back with the Indian man. He told his life story which was quite ordinary. A burn-out, busy entrepreneur that started having overweight and different ails. Someone recommended the clinic and from then on the man has come to the clinic every year for an "inspection". I think that idea of an inspection is very good.
He listed all the possible sports cars that he owns around the world, and slipped a wise thought in the middle: "I take all my cars for an inspection regularly; so why not take myself as well and clean up my machine by fasting at least once a year?".
The Indian man comes every year for a three week fast at the Buchinger. Before and during the fast he goes to the dentist, ENT specialist, generalist, ophthalmologist, physiotherapist and other doctors’ check-ups if necessary. They take his blood analysis which researches all the possible and impossible. It takes lots of money, but fortunately there is plenty of it, the Indian man continued with his bragging style.
It has been a marvelous day. I have already told my siblings and my mother that they all should come to this fasting clinic. We could do a holiday trip here together. I feel like a brand new car, if you want to employ this inspection/car terminology. Today I’ve still got planned some reading in my room with all sorts of waters before going to sleep.
