Ninety odd quid at the Women's Nutritional Advisory Service.
Biggest load of shite ever. I was so tempted just to walk out and not pay. Complete scam as far as I'm concerned and I don't care who reads this.
I'd had PMT all my life and was entering peri in my mid 40s. Had relationships issues, felt terrible, and was pretty low at the time. Booked an appointment and was asked to keep a food diary for a week prior, which I did religiously.
The 'consultant' was an amalgamation of Sybil Faulty, Mrs Slocombe and Hyacinth Bouquet and she was also overweight. Not crime of the century I'll grant you, but the irony of it certainly didn't pass me by.
She barely glanced at food diary, but honed in on my 'sweet tooth' even though there was one solitary Mars Bar in a week. Slagged off my food choices but then patronisingly told me she was going to allow me to continue with my red wine habit as it was obviously my 'crutch' but I needed to watch my weight, despite the fact that I was several stone lighter than she was, a size 10 with a perfectly normal BMI.
She then proceeded to 'prescribe' me shitloads of supplements, all conveniently sold downstairs, where I could pick them up when I paid my bill. I don't remember most of them but 'chromium' was the buzz word of most of it and dismissed me after 20 minutes.
Needless to say, I never purchased the supplements and was tempted to do a runner and not pay the bill, for the rushed, patronising, completely useless consultation I'd received.