For many years 40 in fact I have focused a percentage, and often a large percentage of my life on my weight and what diet I was currently following and how this constant dieting made me feel.
As a young child I attended a great many schools. My father was in the British forces consequently we moved around a lot. I finished my last years of primary school in a boarding school in Germany. An experience I remember with great fondness. I was an average weight and size for my age and don’t recall any real issues with my weight at this time.
My father left the forces around this time and we returned to live in England with my grandparents in a sleepy town called Brixham. It was here that I had my first encounter with the diet industry. I shared bunk beds with my brother, one day whilst sat upon my bed I noticed an unusual box on top of the wardrobe. I lent across to explore the box further, inside were little square mint sweets. They were delicious. I knew they didn’t belong to me but I really couldn’t resist, so over the coming days I helped myself to those sweets. They were called Ayds. I now realise they were my mum’s appetite suppressants, part of her campaign to lose weight. (She obviously didn’t follow her diet correctly because she never realised they were going missing). A pattern I was to repeat for the next 40 years.