Better health.. the best foot / move forward
Well hello there and welcome to my new blog. Before you get all nice and comfy, let me explain the purpose of my writing. Firstly, I am a lass of the larger persuasion. Now there is nothing wrong with being larger lass if it makes you happy. But I am not. Being large makes me miserable. I refuse to be in photos, I wince when I try clothes on in shops and because of bastard corona, when I go to work I have to wear scrubs (work for the wonderful NHS) and every shift I am fed up of playing ‘guess which XXL pair of scrubs will actually go over my arse’. Now, I have not always been big. Growing up, I was always slim. But I’ve always used food as a way of coping with the emotional / stressful side of life. So much so that now in my late thirties, it’s taken it’s toll. I have always struggled with my relationship with food. Some in the medical profession, even described me as having Binge eating disorder. I have also sought help for my relationship with food with the lovely people at B.eat (e...