Why you should reframe how you speak about food.

I remember observing the mums at my school gates comparing pounds lost or gained (or kilos for you Europeans). The men? They were usually more interested in the recent football or rugby. Are these stereotypical, and outdated observations? Well, yes, and no. They are stereotypical, but we still observe them today. It’s not surprise that …

Relationships

I mean relationships in the broadest sense – friendships, romantic, family. They are some of the best things about life… and also the most hard work. My eating disorder, and other mental health problems throughout my life, have brought me closer to some people but pushed a lot away. I’ve made a lot of mistakes, …

Ob*sity

For those of you who have me on insta, this is an elaboration of my caption from the other day. For those who don’t – this is my thoughts (elaborated from the caption, summarised from the essays inside my head) on the government obestity policy. I have NO training, just personal experience, and a lot …

Reminders

So, it’s Mental Health Awareness week. I wanted to say something profound and helpful. Profound wasn’t happening, it’s been long and hard week, so this is different to my usual posts on here. There’s enough misery in the news, I can’t bring myself to type about difficult topics, so I wanted to share some reminders …

Christmas

Christmas can be a wonderful time of year. A time for family, reunions with friends, for films and games and food and drink. It is also exhausting, balancing time for friends and family against an adequate night’s sleep and some time for yourself. And a time when social media can be the most unhelpful tool …

Answers (sort of)

Still looking for answers? Always looking for where the next cuppa will come from. I was asked a simple question the other weekend by a very good friend – “what was it like?” he asked me. “When you had, you know, an eating disorder? I’m not sure I really get it.” And it struck me …

Honesty

Incred pic cred: GB Swimstars One year ago I walked into the Doctors for my first appointment about my eating disorder. That sentence makes me sound far more chill than I was. I am now, I was not at the time; I snot cried before leaving my flat then sat waiting for my appointment with …

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