You can’t really have missed all of the hype on twitter about Thinking Slimmer over the past few months. At first I was really cynical and to be honest, thought that those who were paying for it were being taken for mugs. I mean lets face it, if someone came up to you and said “Buy this download for thirty quid, listen to it each night, don’t diet and you’ll lose weight” you’d laugh. And walk away muttering about chancers and time wasters and shaking your head at those that fell for it.

I know I would.

But when you see people that you trust all saying the same thing. All shouting from the rooftops that this works. When you see the photos. See the evidence and see a shift in attitude then you start to think. And you get interested.

I’m overweight. I love food, hate ‘proper’ exercise and have an outrageously sweet tooth. I have little restraint when it comes to food and it needs to stop.  I may be relatively healthy at the moment but carry on like this and a few years down the line then I doubt that will be the case.

Actually, according to the official people I’m obese. And that makes me cringe. To get to my supposed ideal weight I need to drop around 4 stone. That’s a lot.

My weight has fluctuated for as long as I can remember. I was an incredibly skinny teenager, a UK size 6 was hanging off me and at 5 foot 11 inches, that’s not a good look. It would creep up and I’d lose it again. Then I was put on some medication for depression that packed the weight on and losing it was tough from that point. I did manage to lose a load just before I got pregnant but I put on so much whilst I was carrying Miss P and have never lost it.

I hate diets and the very word has me reaching for a chocolate bar. I fully admit that self denial is not something I’m happy with. Or good at. And I like my gratification to be instant. I’m also an emotional eater - good or bad, let’s celebrate with cake! - which really doesn’t help.  But here we are.

I’m fat and feel it. I’m fed up of the lumps and bumps. Of clothes not fitting properly and averaging at a size 18. I’m fed up of having a double chin and feeling my thighs rub together. It needs to change.

So a week ago I paid for and downloaded my Slimpod, half expecting it to be a complete waste of money.

But bloody hell, it’s true. This works.

In a week I’ve lost 7lbs.

Yes. 7lbs. In 7 days.

And don’t get me wrong, I’ve been eating. Whatever I feel like. It’s just my portions are smaller (a lot smaller), my appetite has reduced and I don’t snack. I used to snack all day – making a cup of coffee, grab a biscuit; Miss P has a snack, so do I; preparing food, little nibbles and tastes for me. But that’s stopped.

I’m more likely to opt for a piece of fruit instead of chocolate and when I do fancy some I can stop at a small piece. And feel satisfied with that. It feels like my whole attitude shifted straight away.

I don’t know how this works. I understand the psychology behind it and the technique they use. But I don’t understand the speed of it. Not that I’m complaining, I’m just curious.

I’ve also been sleeping better and certainly find listening to it relaxing.  Plus there is a certain attraction to a voice that’s almost like a purr in your ear as you’re falling asleep.  I feel more confident and I also feel slimmer. I know, odd, but I do.

So we’ll see. It seems to be working at the moment. There are definite changes to my eating habits and definite weight loss. If this works, and it really does seem to, then the likes of Weightwatchers must be very worried indeed.