It's curious how circular life is. An example: a month ago I blogged about wanting to take a fitness challenge as I was hungover, tired and felt like I'd licked the inside of a garbage bin. A month later I have returned to feeling exactly the same way.

I've come a full circle, I told myself as I sat in the fluorescent McDonalds on Oxford Street without even the solace of something to read. Instead I watched the ads on a plasma TV for McDonalds products and endorsements about McDonalds community projects, drank a coke and ate some product wrapped in some stuff.

Dinner parties are dicey things, I reflected as I chewed on the stuff and thought about what happened last night to bring me so low today.

Could it be called a success if at 11pm the guests disappeared to buy more wine and cigarettes, then stayed until 2am, sitting outside in the rain arguing if democracy was an absolute or a construct and were there examples where it had been imposed and failed?

Yes, that could possibly be construed as a success. But from a health point of view it was a disaster. It has lead me to the too-bright McDonalds. Its lead me to cancelling Sapt as I thought I may throw up on her. It led me to feeling depressed and questioning whether I can do this health thing. And worst of all it has lead me to the door marked DETOX.

That's right. I start a detox on Sunday. No booze. No ciggies. No lollies. No McDonalds. No caffeine. No refined sugars, wheat, dairy, red meat or processed foods.

I will still have dinner parties but they will be special detox dinners where guests bring pulses not Pilsner. It will be the sort of dinner party where guests are bound to leave early after discussing nothing particularly interesting and the next day I can see Sapt and eat a salad without wanting to DIE.

I'll let you know how the detox goes. I'll do it for 6 days with the help of naturopath to the stars, Max Tomlinson and the support of my boss Katie, who will also be detoxing with me.

Labels: detox, McDonalds, wine