they fed us quorn!

Fruit salad and puffed rice for breakfast - it was okay.  Circuit training again this morning - it was hard and hot this morning.  Gill legs feel like lead, but we got through it and climbed the hill for lunch, which was disgusting. 

They fed us Quorn! If you don't know what that is, it is a processed chicken substitute.  It's nasty, even vegetations think it's nasty.   It made with something they call mycoprotein, which is actually mold - not quite fungi.  Our starter was a fruit salad, and it was lovely.  

After lunch I had reflexology, which is a therapy, not a massage.  It's basically acupuncture for people that are afraid of needles.  The premise is your feet have a map of the human body on it, and if there is a place where it hurts, then that means you are out of balance, and they need to press harder to make it hurt more.  Apparently, my kidneys, spleen, pancreas, and adrenal gland need some detoxification.  It is also possible I may be suffering for some sort of deep rooted trauma. This is where she lost me I must admit.  She was very nice.  It was unpleasant at times, but not horribly so.  

A small break after reflexology where I realised I am not flying back to Gatwick, but instead am flying into Luton airport.  I don't even know where that is and there seems to be no direct connection to the center of London. Argh!

After my small set back, I went for my sport massage.  It was very good and as I have spent so much time with Clair, we had a good chat. She worked on my leg and after all of this exercise I was in need.  

We had our last yoga session before dinner, and it was much harder than the other two and caused a lot of complaining.  I loved it!  I learned a whole new balance pose.

Dinner was a complete fiasco.  We had a strange green soup that was highly acidic.  I ate it and everyone else did as well, but we agreed it was not our favourite, considering we have had some amazing soups.  As dinners came out, someone said what is it and I said sort flippantly, if its Quorn I'll scream, and the server looked stricken and said, it is.  

This kicked off a rebellion at the other table, as we had even promised fresh - not processed - food.  They made me an omelet and most of the other table an omelet.  My table ate it and said it was very good.  They even tried to talk the servers into handing out the uneaten peppers, but they would not.  We found out the next day it was in fact not Quorn and instead was soy mince - which lets face it is only slightly better.

After dinner, Gill and I skipped the doctor that was talking about hormones and went and had our chat.  Gill came over to mine and I thought that was weird until I remembered that she had run out of toilet paper.