I started dieting when I was 23 years old. I weighed 57 kilograms at the time and was a perfect size 10. For some reason everyone I knew was on “Weigh Less” and I thought I should be too. I had been a skinny child. I remember my grandfather, reading the “Reader’s Digest”, his subscription to all “truths” in the tiny town we lived in. He stumbled on a new disease in 1979, when I was 12, it was called “Anorexia Nervosa”. It might be good to note at this point that I come from a long line of hypochondriacs! He wrote the name on a tiny notepad and gave the piece of paper to my mother to ask our General Practitioner about this. I did not have anorexia, to my knowledge, I just had an enormously efficient metabolism and only ate when I was hungry, which was not very often! I spent up until the age of 24 eating whatever I felt like, and remaining thin. I then had my beautiful daughter and never managed to fully shift the weight I put on while eating for two. I have tried just about any sensible diet and have now come to the conclusion, that I will no longer diet! Starting today, I am going to ask myself one question before any food passes, my lips…”How does this fuel my loveliness?” If it doesn’t, then I shall reconsider my options. This journal will explore what happens when you approach a problem from a different angle, over a sustainable period of time…

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