I indulged myself in the above via a Wowcher offer. I’d never heard of such a thing but my online research suggested that my recent illnesses/surgeries may have filled my body with toxins that reduced my metabolism. For £16 it was worth a punt.
It wasn’t the most satisfying of massages – I was lathered with cream, my legs inserted into plastic bags and my body from the waist down was zipped into a pair of inflatable trousers. It certainly looked like I was in for a serious treatment. But the massage itself was, for want of a better word, insipid. Apparently the lymphs are just below the surface of the skin so it would be gentle. To be honest, it reminded me of the intermittent compression device I was plugged into following surgery.
The metabolism gerbils might well be turning that wheel faster since, but they’ve been very quiet about it. I did, however, catch up with one of March’s issues of Now, so all was not lost.