Day 12 - Freshly Squeezed Juice

This morning I am not running out of the house at some ridiculously early hour in the morning, so I am being offered a freshly squeezed apple and orange juice for breakfast.

Now we are talking...

I am feeling surprisingly fine - I thought by now I may be clawing at the walls, looking for the extra nutrition that comes from such a radical change in diet. But I am not hungry.

The word "torture" however needs to be redefined.

My mother has come to stay (she normally lives in London) and her cooking delicious Ghanaian foods which my children happily gobble down does not make me happy.

They get my favourite: Fufu and Okro Soup.

It smells good. My salad doesn't.