Often we want something in our lives but behave in ways that are contrary to achieving our goals. The process of achieving that weight loss goal is a whole process, and an uncomfortable process. It's uncomfortable letting go of food, waiting until you're physically hungry to eat.
The word fat only has a negative association to it if you allow it to. If you call someone fat as an insult, that says more about you as a person than it does anything else. I believe that we need to tell people when we hear this kind of unconscious fat shaming, whether the comment is coming from a place of malice or genuinely wanting to be nice.
One of the problems with treating infertility in Britain is that infertile couples are often sent straight to IVF clinics. They come to expect the need for IVF. Instead, we need to get them thinking in a different, much more positive way rather than scheduling them in for three rounds of expensive treatment as soon as they've walked through the door. It is not all about IVF.
Hands-up anyone who hasn't spotted that sugar is the new bad guy on the block! No-one?! Fat was previously the demon when it came to health and weight - now it seems that fat isn't as bad as we thought and sugar is the peril that we now have to avoid.
Cancer itself can affect the way things taste - some tumours can secrete substances which means foods don't have the same flavour. Treatments can also affect it. Chemotherapy is designed to destroy rapidly-dividing cancer cells, but it can also damage normal cells which divide rapidly - such as those in your mouth.
Collectively, it seems periods are pretty pricey. With this in mind, would you believe me if I told you that tampons and sanitary towels are deemed not essential enough to be tax free? Admittedly they are taxed at a reduced rate of 5% but this still means they are thought of as luxury items, which all sane females would agree they are certainly not.
For any parent, teacher or carer, hearing a child say 'I want to kill myself' is a heart stopping moment. In the following seconds, time either stands still or comes rushing at you like a speed train. It might seem impossible to find the right words.
The public need to know that our NHS is being privatised, not through the back door, but very blatantly through the front. There may as well be very large advertising placards directed at potential providers, promising in twelve-foot type: "If you can do it cheaper - it's yours." I've seen the effects that privatisation can have in other areas of the country - in Milton Keynes, Trafford, Teeside and Leicester. I also know that other colleagues all over the country are currently going through the same nightmare. In fact, it is likely that all of our NHS sexual health services will be put out to tender in the next few years. It is really rather desperate.
We live in a world where drugs dominate healthcare. So ingrained are pharmaceuticals into the fabric of our everyday life that it's almost impossible to imagine a world without them.
Stepping into Borgo is like stepping into an episode of Game of Thrones...It boasts oodles of cloisters, bountiful high ceilings and sweeping staircases. A noble house in itself, it may be large, but there is a sense of regality and exclusivity here. The biggest dilemma you will face here is whether you are want to be a member of the Baratheon, Lannister, or Stark family.
All the horror stories about pain, long drawn-out births, complications and instruments that "do what?!!" (trust me - everyone will want to tell you what happened once to a friend of theirs) no wonder women aren't even allowed to entertain the idea that birth can in fact be amazing, empowering and redefining.
My latest attempt to see if that continues to be true was to try and cycle up the very famous, tough and unforgiving, Mount Ventoux at the bottom of the Alps, six times in one single day. I would be only the 13th, and oldest, Britain to achieve it. 2886 metres of climbing in one day.
The spectacular GDP growth recorded by some West African countries in the past 5 years is all of a sudden undermined by the spread of the Ebola virus. The epidemic has put under the spotlight the poor conditions of health systems in the region, but also the fragility of economic models measured only by Gross Domestic Product.
Even though I had never seen anyone die or even been to a funeral, mortality seemed to be an inevitable part of life that had always been just under the surface. And it was not going away, whether I avoided talking about it or used the words other than "death" to describe it.
The sentence "how can I help?" never fails to warm my heart, even when it is expressed by people thousands of miles away. What a wonderful reaction to another human being. I love this question because it is an offer that can just be met with gratitude without any obligation.
Last week, the chief medical officer for the NHS said that more help is needed in order for people with mental health problems to stay in their jobs. The lack of help she spoke of has resulted in 70million lost days of work last year, costing the economy £100million, an increase of £30 million on the previous year.