Two years into Polymyalgia and with the prospect of another year to go, it was time to take stock of a body that wouldn't fit into my old summer dresses.
I longed to return to my old weight, but a ravenous appetite, a longing for sweet things and feeling generally lousy prevented this happening.
Looking through my book of spells (diet books) I decided to return to the Cambridge diet which had worked well for me in the past. I started the diet and in 2 weeks lost 9 pounds, determined, that if I felt in any way ill, I would stop using that diet.
What I was not prepared for, was the transformation that came over me. Snapping and contradicting anyone who expressed an opinion and even snapping at my poor husband. Getting angry at any minor situation. It reached a stage where I could almost see myself doing all these things as if I were in the distance but I couldn't stop myself or rationalise what I was doing. I was also starting to feel ill. I quickly stopped the diet and cooked healthy food that day. Overnight, I felt better. It had given me a fright and we realised that something in the shake sachets was not doing me any good. My husband was also able to come out from behind the couch.
I have now left the realm of Hogwarts with the sorcery of a diet quick-fix behind me. The magic potion sachets have been consigned to the garbage tip – I hope the local foxes don't eat them and become mini dragons.