Like most I quickly realised that the less I ate, the less I could eat in order to maintain my fat loss. And by the time I was down to only eating 600 kcals and exercising 3 hours a day I knew I couldn't work, much less live like that and gave up - like most!
If I sound like I'm bitter about it, I am. I'm angry, sad, frustrated and I'm pissed off that I have to make these decisions. I'm pissed off that I can't wear nice lingerie because my new boobs don't fit into any bras. I'm pissed off because I don't have nipples and I'm currently having tattoos done every month, which hurts. I'm pissed off because I have scars that won't go away.
I've learned to accept my straight up straight down figure. Yes, I'd quite like to have bigger boobs, but only in the same way I'd like to have a mansion with a tennis court. My mum is skinny. My nan is really skinny. Inevitably, I'm always going to be a bit on the skinny side.
I never expected to become a cancer patient, not least in my teens. Then again, I don't think anyone does. But somehow, like the approximately 2,300 annual others, in 2011 I found myself well and truly within this category.
In today's world, anyone can set up a health and fitness blog. But the vast majority of people that do are untrained and unqualified, so the information they are putting out there may not be true. Quite the contrary - it may, in fact, be sabotaging your health and fitness goals.
Hunt is setting himself against the most essential element of our health organisation: its people. They are on the edge, and they deserve nothing but respect.
People put my bad behaviour down to the fact that I was a new mum and being a new mum can make you a bit bonkers. But the truth is, being a germaphobe is something I struggle with daily. For example, I will never, ever let you take a sip from my water bottle (as if!) and if you offer me your hand to shake, there's a good chance I won't take it.
I write this post over a week after we completed The Big Bad Ride, a 460-mile endurance cycle from Edinburgh to London in aid of Harrison's Fund, a small charity working hard to find a cure for Duchenne muscular dystrophy, a fatal disease which affects my two young sons, Theo and Oskar.
It was nine years ago today that I said goodbye to him for that last time, after making a difficult decision to get on my scheduled flight from Osaka back to Manchester. I did that knowing that I would never see him again. The knowledge of how lucky he was to have her and her care for him is my comfort. And that's all I need.
There are several causes of period pain, and one of the biggest ones I see is a structural issue also known as a wondering womb. This is where the uterus is no longer in her optimal position, she can be too far forwards, backwards, to one side or another and even flexed over in either of these positions.
During a reading for a smart and highly educated client it was explicitly well explained why she kept failing at 'self love' with the help of exercises from self-help books. An insight that can serve us all.
Whilst many people know the positive effects of exercise, there can often be a number of barriers, which prevent them from being active, and these often tend to be more psychological than physical. Many people have negative memories of school PE lessons or perhaps they feel guilty about spending years paying for gym memberships they have hardly used.
If one day I am blessed with a child, I will teach them that there is unique inherent beauty in every single skin colour. That beauty is not confined to complexion, just as their worth is never confined to their physicalities, nor their race or gender.
If we can achieve an ethical and fair provenance for goods as transient as a T-shirt, surely we can also work towards creating a fairer and more transparent journey for the gold that we wear as jewellery - something also worn next to our skin and so often given as a symbol of eternal love. Fairtrade gold gives us that opportunity.
Once sex becomes associated with pain, the mere anticipation of post-coital discomfort can make a woman with endometriosis avoid sex and it is hard for their partners not to interpret this as rejection.
If my mum had this surgery all those years ago I would still have her here to guide me. Instead, I have a memory box full of random items such as an old pill box and her hospital bands. To most people these might seem like junk, but to me it's all I have left of her. Now and then I go and sit on the floor and empty the box and read some of the notes in there and her old diary.