Coming to my senses...

I had a bit of a 'St Paul on the road to Damascus' moment the other week. Two words.

Fuck Diets.

OK, so that's not strictly true, a healthy diet is what I am aiming for, but no more of this extreme, 'one-sausage-a-day-to-induce-starvation-mode' bullshit. Just moderation and excersise.

The normal readers out there will think, duh, of course that's what you have to do, but for someone who's has had a borderline ED for most of her life (I blame NYC Aug 1990 - I developed an addiction to McDonalds, that's been hard to [milk]shake off, and if I said I was fully cured, I would be lying. Hell, I'm on first name terms with the Balham branch) this has come as a bit of a revelation, and I'm feeling a bit smug.