Day One - 'Erbs

Last night I spooned a miscellaneous herbal concoction into a cup and covered it with warm water. I left it overnight to brew. This morning I peer into the murky depths. The brew isn't really a secret. The label is just all written in Polish. Ewa promises to email me the details soon but for now it is a complete mystery. I frown at my cup with its weird alchemy within. It apparently tastes vile to some. Fortunately I'm not one of them. It is strong for sure and bitter. I decant it into a jar with a lid which will become my constant companion for a while. I decide to decorate it so its a feature. It looks like I am carrying my own urine around. It has to be drunk in 3 parts as it is pretty strong. I drop three different tinctures into my mouth in succession. The only way I can find to do this without getting it in my eye or on the floor is to hold up a small mirror to carefully count out my ten drops into my mouth each time. This will be done twice a day, I think, I got a little confused with the instructions. All these potions are acting to help removal of a blastocyst parasite and improve my emotional and physical health. I've never taken them before and the process comes on the strong recommendation of a good friend of mine. The test Ewa has run is a C.I.C (Controlled Internal Cleanse) test and without a word from me she has picked up on many areas of concern I have including some that she simply could not have known about. I am willing to engage with the process fully if it can help me to feel well at last.

With the 'erbs consumed I crouch down and frown into the fridge. I evict home made elderflower cordial, a cereal bar, mayonnaise, baked beans and pickled gherkins. They all contain sugar or honey. I check again later and realise the packet of beetroot is also a no-no. This surprises me. I cart it all to my sister's place as I hate food waste. The day passes quite quickly with family engagements and packing to get to Devon. Breakfast consisted of various raw veg and houmous and lunch was simply some nuts for now while I get used to all this. Evening meal involved chicken, potatoes and vegetables. I can see myself eating more like my grandparents with meat and two veg at this rate. Processed food is a minefield. In the pub I order a sparkling water and whilst I used to hate it it goes down OK. Later I order a tequila as this is apparently sugar free. I still hate this, so a dry month for me. Good job Glastonbury is over. A tentative first day but every journey starts with a single step. I am apprehensive but optimistic.