Why it’s so important to have support when on this kind of diet: when things go horribly wrong, and it’s tempting to go back to sugary foods and alcohol to nurse the wounds, it helps to have someone in your corner to remind you of what’s at stake.
But of course, I don’t have that. After an incredibly miserable evening last night, where I got caught out in the sudden deluge of rain and got soaked for nothing, it was all too easy to reach for a bottle of white wine, or a glass of whisky. I didn’t; instead I’d settled for KFC (without the drink).

Today obviously marks a week since I began my candidiasis diet, and to be honest I just don’t see the point any more. The amount of conflicting information about what to eat and what not to eat is ridiculous: I’ve just had a look at yet another site which has a list of foods to avoid, and now apparently tomatoes and lemon juice, for example, should be taken in small amounts.

In terms of losing weight, because I’m generally eating much healthier now: there might have been some reduction in belly size, but I don’t think I’ve lost a single ounce. Why? Because it’s my body.

I have myself booked for colonic hydrotherapy later today, although I wouldn’t be surprised if that goes tits up as well. I barely remember how uncomfortable I’d felt afterwards last time.