Tagged: Detox

Detox is over…long live retox. The feeling is a bit like moving into my flat…phew…it’s over. What took it so long? Yet it officially ended on Monday, and it took me two days to celebrate it. At first I really wasn’t feeling it. The first few weeks of January I was pretty miserable – memories of 4 weeks in Spain were long gone, the weather was cold and crap, bills were flooding in, I didn’t do as much as usual – little in the way of trips to theatre, etc – and I couldn’t have a beer. It almost put …

Well, I’ve had a stinking cold, I’ve lost £3k on the stock market, I’ve gone through yet another re-organisation at M&S, had several wake-up calls in the middle of the night on call, it’s a year since my best holiday in years – it feels like a good time to end the detox. Beer is back in my life! But first, a list of things that I’ve achieved. James Is Boom I’ve lost a fairly staggering 9kg of weight since Christmas. Whether I can keep it off for a month, let alone the rest of the year or the rest …

If you saw me over the last few months of 2018, or just read the banal self-loathing crap that I occasionally spout, you’ll realise that I stepped up a gear from fat to obese last year.  At the end of 2018 I was 16kg heavier than at the end of my 2018 detox. Therefore this year’s detox comes in two parts. The first part is simply 90 days without alcohol. Though since I started, I have decided to extend this until Easter. With an emphasis on repairing my diet during this time, which has become solely focused on my brain’s …

So it finishes.  3 months without alcohol.  Finished already. I almost feel a little sad about it.  It’s like the end of a holiday.  I expected to jump up and down in excitement about the upcoming retoxification, but nah.  I feel very nonplussed about it. My 3 month detox was on doctor’s advice.  There is nothing wrong with my liver per se, but it needed a reduction of the fat content otherwise there was a good chance that there would become a problem. I’ve had my blood test today and now await the results.  Hopefully the doctor will say “party …

It’s that time of year again.  Detox time. In fact, this is now day 8 of my detox – I’ve been so busy being unemployed that I literally am not getting time to do any blogging. I already feel much better.  I was drinking too much, and too often.  I have quite a dislike of getting up at 7am and going to work even if I have had just two beers the night before, not to mention the increased chances of having not slept properly – which means that I rarely drink the night before work. Not having had that …

It’s over! I woke up this morning and considered whether I should do a shot of absinthe or not.  In the end, I declined and had some milk and weetabix instead. 36 days have gone with no beer, cider, chorizo, vodka, wine, crack, ecstasy, quaaludes, LSD, cannabis, whiskey, brandy, gin, lager, ale, ketamine, barbiturates, cigarettes, bacon, sausages, MDMA, cocaine, GHB, speed, 2Ci and sex. Yes I have been ever so boring over the last month. It works.  I feel less tired, my body feels better, I have been having 7-8 hours of sleep EVERY single night, I have lost weight, …

Two years ago when I did my fear-inducing virgin detox, I needed it.  I had been drinking and partying almost every weekend since I was 14.  I’d certainly not had any more than a week’s break from intoxicants since my early teenage years.  My body needed it. This time I don’t need the detox so much, but I want the detox.  I am craving my detox.  And it is for a greater variety of reasons than just my health. I am expanding my detox this time.  Firstly to 36 days – because I am 36 years old.  I am also …

It’s all over bar the fat man singing. 31 days ago I drank my last pint of beer at Krakow airport, whilst on some pretty strong painkillers to get me through the flight.  The beer was at 3pm so as far as I am concerned, my detox is over in just a few hours time, meaning that I can have a beer with my Friday night pie.  Maybe even two. I’m not going to go over the details of why I do a detox – you can read my detox blog post if you are bothered.  Basically to feel better, …

As I write this I have completed 10 days so far.  Consecutive days – unlike one of my colleagues who attempted a January detox, that started on 4th and finished on 25th and only actually managed 6 individual days.  I shall be doing a full 31 days – with the last day being Thursday 5th March. No alcohol.  No caffeine.  No bleach-snorting, no elephant tranquilizer, no e-by-bum, no vodka eye-shots.  Nothing.  Anything that could be seen as an intoxicant is out.  Fun is banned.   I first heard of detoxes through a hero of mine, Sven Vath.  I was quite …

So did I manage a month of detox? Yes.  Kind of.  One minor infraction on the home straight but we aren’t even talking half a unit of alcohol. Many doubted me but I knew I would be fine.  I am in a determined kind of mood at the moment, inspired to achieve my goals especially since I now have Margaret watching over me. It was difficult to resist temptation at times.  On the first day in a pub in Shoreditch, I really wanted a drink to go with Sunday lunch.  When we had our house Christmas dinner there was wine …

The aim is for all of February – no intoxicants, not even caffeine. Why the fuck am I doing a detox?  I used to be a proper party animal.  Friday to Sunday – Mango, after-party, pub breakfast, all day session, quick shower, Mango, after-party, Sunday lunch beers and finally to bed for a 14 hour sleep before work.  Always going out, always clubbing, always partying.  Granted I am too old and eminently sensible for that kind of regime now! I have come to the conclusion that after nearly 20 years of drinking every weekend, normally heavily (though less so in …