So, I'm not feeling good. Not good at all. But then, as the charming Dr Sepp Fegerl (the clinic's medical director) says, 'If you want to feel better, you have to feel worse to begin with.' The Mayr Cure goes deep, it seems, and plucks out all kinds of old nonsense from the body.
So, today, as he massaged my poor groaning abdomen, he told me about the 75 year old woman who spontaneously had LSD flashback while undergoing the Mayr. And a similarly aged man who was mightily alarmed when he looked in the loo and saw he'd passed something that looked like a long red tube. It turned out to be something he'd swallowed when he was a child.
And then he smiled (Dr Fegerl, not the guy who'd swallowed the tube). 'Of course, if it's not the right time for you, or it's all too much, we can back off; you don't have to do it now.'
Yeah, well, you know me. I accept most challenges. Not eating much doesn't bother me at all. But it's a bit demoralising when the choices get smaller and smaller each day.
It started off so well - with a pretty solid breakfast of omelette, manchego cheese and spelt roll. A bit anaemic but hey... Because it's Viva Mayr you're supposed to eat in silence (so you're mindful of what you're eating) and you are supposed to chew each mouthful as many times as possible (the aim is 40 chews per mouthful). Why? Because digestion begins in the mouth so you need to unleash as much saliva as possible. And also because this can be the last opportunity for certain cell membranes to be broken down. Don't chew your peas properly and they will just pass through more or less undigested.