Last night I felt like I broke the hold food had on me. Previously, I always needed to know where my next meal would be coming from and I couldn’t head out for a day of sightseeing (as an example of a day spent away from home), without taking food with me. I was always thinking about, or going to the supermarket, planning or cooking my next meal, or baking. 10 years or so years ago I read in a magazine that every time you get hungry it is a sign your metabolism is slowing down and I think it really stuck with me – hunger was a ‘bad thing’.

Last night I got back from a Nike Run run, it was a fast day and I didn’t eat anything when I got home. Before, this was not possible. No way would I skip a meal, or even be content with something really simple. I now know that I CAN not eat. I don’t implode, the world doesn’t end, and I don’t even get that hungry. I also know that a wee can of tuna, a glass of gazpacho or a pottle of yoghurt and a piece if fruit are perfectly acceptable meals.

I can feel the this happy bubble of freedom in my chest. It’s a good feeling.

Good luck to everyone today – I hope it’s a great day for all (or has been a great day for those in the South!)