Right, so I'm writing a diary. A veritable Anne Frank, or maybe Bridget Jones seeing as I am not 16, not living in occupied Amsterdam holed up behind a wall and although I don't drink or smoke I share more of Bridget's neurosis than I care to admit in full!
Anyhoo I tend to write in a slightly stream of consciousness style so bear with me...I generally find a point, somewhere along the line.
Ok about me....yes I stole my screen name from a muller advert circa 2008. But I do. Lick the lids that is. And plates and spoons and bowls and anything else to ensure I get the full benefit of my dinner. I have stopped short of licking my fridge. There is time...
I'm 31, married to an unreasonably attractive man (punching well above my not inconsiderable weight), one child; a three year old daughter. Three dogs, two fish and numerous woodlice lately for some reason (I swear they all shelter from the rain in my house) Oh and I'm a teacher. I teach Law both at GCSE and A Level
I have done literally every diet you can mention. Except meal replacement, yuck. Actually that's not true. I tried slim fast for a day. Then went to the chippie. Ha. I joined slimming world in may, had a blip in week 2, well I say blip, had an STS for no good reason and caved in until August when I started again, properly this time. Whilst this was all going on I dealt with binge eating disorder, after reading an article on its growing awareness (awareness of IT I should say rather than its awareness, strictly speaking eating disorders are not sentient beings) I had three sessions of intense hypnotherapy and have managed to overcome it, to the same extent that an alcoholic does - you are always in recovery and its best that I don't even have a little 'bit' of something for fear of it turning into a week long orgy of minstrels, pizza and Haagen Dazs....and that's SOME orgy.
That's one of the reason for starting this. Keeping checks on myself, hoping that maybe, if necessary, an intervention can be staged.
So that's me. Let the diarising commence....