I saw an article this morning about the awesome benefits of only drinking water.
Better skin, more energy, weight-loss, higher brain-function. It turns out the water of life, is really just good old water. At least, according to the Cheery American anyway.
So I've been giving it a go today. No tea, no juice, no lunchtime limonata, nip nada niente - just acqua naturale from the holy spring that is the tap in the kitchen.
Man alive.
Where is that Cheery American? I'd like a swift word, sunshine. What he didn't tell me through his infographics and his glittering smile, was that the first day sucks. Neither did he mention that the signals controlling hunger and thirst get completely mixed up until you don't know whether to eat the entire fruit basket or gaze longingly at the box of tea-bags!
Nor did he give any clue, and I mean any clue at all, as to the unbelievable frequency with which water-drinkers need to... well, visit the... porcelain.
I'm chalking all this up to de-tox, which can only be a good thing, right? But still, tough. I feel weak. And I need tea!
Oh the lovely glugging sound of the teapot splashing hot Darjeeling into a cup! That rich, scented aroma wafting up from the blend! That delightful Jaffa Cake waiting for a total eclipse!
Water it is - at least for today. I wonder how long you have to do this before you start to notice any difference? And is it like fasting? Does it get easier? I hope so. Or I'll be tracking down that Cheery American, faster than you can say, 'Sorry, where's the bathroom again?'
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