Whilst today you see me as a happy, healthy, fitness blogger - it wasn’t always that way. Back in my teens, I at the young age of 13, I was diagnosed with anorexia nervosa...
Surviving on half a dry Weetabix a day, it didn’t matter how much my parents pleaded, how painful my protruding ribs felt, the very thought of putting food in my mouth absolutely terrified me. As my body began to shut down, the doctors told me there was no more they could – my heart could stop at any time. At the point, I knew only I could make a change.
So I did. Realising if I had the power to literally stop eating, my strong mind was capable of anything. I began to eat. Real, calorie dense food. For the very first time in my life, I entered a gym. Choosing to see food as fuel, I become hungry to build a body and mind that was thriving, not merely surviving.
I’m not saying it was easy, nothing worth having ever is. I remember the terror as I sat down to my first real meal, the mental battle endured to swallow each bite. But, with each mouthful, there was also a smile, a voice inside, cheering me