I get jet lag bad. Even 36 hours after I return from New York, I am still suffering: I go the wrong way on the Tube three times; I cry, often and without any good cause and every time I sit down; I fall asleep like I've been whacked over the head with something heavy. So I agree to test Luzmon because I'm ready to try anything.

Luzmon was imported to the UK two years ago by Louise Mohn, a Norwegian ex-athlete who found that it was the only thing that relieved the pain of her sports injuries. She subsequently discovered that it was also a great weight loss aid and, latterly, good for jet lag.

I lie on a bed with infrared electro pads attached to my thighs, bottom, stomach and upper arms, and am strapped into the machine - naked, but for a pair of paper pants. Debbie, a fully trained sports therapist, explains that the treatment will last 45 minutes, which should be enough to substantially dent the force of my jet lag.

She switches me on. Different parts of me are assaulted by a truly weird sensation. It's a little like wearing very, very prickly tights all over my torso; and a lot like sustaining minor electric shocks - although there's no pain. It's alarming, but not uncomfortable. The charge changes, and becomes an almost-pleasant wave of pulses, which snakes up my body. And then it changes again, and is not so pleasant - my arms and legs flap about involuntarily in response to it.

After 45 minutes, I am deeply sweaty, and ready to be released. I feel better. Elated, giddy as a kipper in fact, and not nearly as knackered. But it's not until I look in the mirror that I understand the true beauty of Luzmon. To hell with the jet lag: I have stomach definition the likes of which I have never had before. Seriously. And pumped up upper arms, and sleeker thighs. I book in for my next appointment on the spot. And I make it a double session.

· The Luzmon treatment is available at the Luzmon Lifestyle Clinic (020 7937 3200; www.luzmon.com) at 45 Phillimore Walk, Kensington, London, for £80 a session.