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Later on, when I was doing the audition rounds in L.A., surrounded by actresses who seemed ever thinner, younger and prettier, I succumbed to the lures of The Zone Diet at the insistence of a friend. Although I dropped a kilo almost instantly I felt so very sad without my friend, Bread, to keep me sane throughout the long weeks of screen tests and meetings. And, of course, I would always put the kilo I’d lost straight back on when Pancake Day, my free-for-all Sunday, rolled around. Fast forward to the present and I’m a diet-shy mother of three. Like many women my age, I prefer to walk when I can, eat sensibly during the week and treat myself a little on the weekend (dark chocolate is a weakness). This ethos, combined with a hectic schedule of horrendously early starts to counter my daughter’s swimming routine, seem to keep added kilos at bay. But lately I’ve been plagued by nagging health issues and as a result have discovered that chronic pain can really mess with mind, body and spirit. This, coupled with the prospect of taking long-term medication had me feeling desperate. |
![]() “Although I dropped a kilo almost instantly, I felt so very sad without my friend, Bread, to keep me sane throughout the long weeks of screen tests and meetings.” |