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The year was 2005. I was 15 and in my 10th year of schooling. This was the year I threw up for the first time from tequila shots, first awkwardly kissed a girl at a house party, and I was diagnosed with testicular cancer...
Some people even feel that by worrying, they are somehow protecting themselves against the feared drop coming; they have learned that most things they worry about don't come to pass, so fear that if they take their eye off the ball and stop worrying, they will allow a calamity to creep in and take them by surprise.
For the lucky people reading this who've never had the flu, traditional wisdom states that the difference between a cold and flu is that when you have the flu, you wouldn't get out of bed even if it were raining £50 notes. It's easy to catch, it's easy to pass on, and it can survive on lift buttons, door handles and chip and pin machines for a whole day, just waiting for its next victim.
You need something that you can do where you don't have to ask, you don't have to wait around for someone else to help you, you don't have to fear other people's opinions or emotions. You just have something, right there and then, at the end of your fingertips to assist you in staying safe.
Improving the wellbeing of children is about listening and taking concerns seriously. One way England could do this would be to follow the example of Northern Ireland and Wales, where every school has a counsellor.
One of the many cool things that London has brought into my life is, definitely, yoga. I walked into my first yoga class in May 2011 in Primrose Hill. What I didn't know then, but I do know now, is that I had no clue whatsoever on what yoga was all about...
Remember the viral campaign, written about so eloquently here by breast cancer survivor and friend Nicola, that challenged women to 'Hold a Coke Between Your Boobs' and post a selfie of it? For breast cancer, of course. Except, had you had a mastectomy, then, sorry, you couldn't take part.
When people learn that I've spent the last six years plus existing on a miniscule amount of sleep, they are shocked, because I always seem so energetic apparently (they should see me at 3am!)
Wake up to the blaring noise of an alarm clock; jump out of bed and rush to the shower; eat something quick and convenient in the car; speed through the traffic and drive aggressively in order to arrive at work on time.
We spend eight hours a day sitting at our desks. Studies have shown that long periods of inactivity can make us feel tired and apathetic. But physical activity can increase the hormone epinephrine, which gets blood pumping faster.
We in the medical profession have spilt a lot of ink and bile in our outrage over the government's half-baked plans to create a '7 day NHS'. We've been upset that a chronically overstretched work force is about to be stretched even further to satisfy a manifesto sound bite, and we've been upset by our final transition from professional worker to consumer commodity. But we've missed the bigger picture. We are just unwilling pawns in a bigger game.
We all lost our heart desires on this path. We all lost the connection to our inner self. We listened to our mind, the leader in our life... We all created an ego to fight and succeed in the world. We got carried away. We became obsessed by the struggle of life, by the voice of our mind and sadly let go of all the treasures inside... and most importantly of the peace inside.
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.