Day 20. That means almost three weeks of the soup and whisky diet – or halfway through the rough time I had planned to do this for. 349 more words
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At the start of this experiment, Grace’s mum reminded me that not everything that goes into a bowl is a soup. Wise words, and no point in putting myself through this soup pain if I’m going to counter-act all of the effects by counting things as soup when they aren’t. 156 more words
After the cottage cheese debacle, I still felt peckish, so opted for a bit of whisky: a peaty single malt called Finlaggan.
We got this on Islay, and apparently it’s a name that different distillers’ on the island operate under, so you’re never quite sure who has produced the particular bottle you’re drinking. 396 more words
It’s only the second soup day in a row (out of three total soup days), but I’m already getting restless. I’m beginning to think that the hardest thing will be doing four days in a row, so I’m going to look for opportunities to break the days up where possible. 419 more words