I used to feel that keeping my weight at 6.5 stone was the most important thing in my life. I used to make starving myself my first priority. I used to make calorie counting my main hobby. I used to get panic attacks when I was offered a slice of birthday cake. I used to have an eating disorder. Then, one day, I realised I had to change. But it turns out changing isn't as easy as I thought it would be. This blog is about my struggles.