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Food nourishes mind and body. So let’s enjoy eating
As you read this I’m probably tucking into my third chocolate bunny, with a side of hot cross bun. It wasn’t always like this. When I was 18, I was admitted to a mental health ward. I’d been swinging between anorexia and bulimia for three years, but the tipping point was a suicide attempt one night during the summer holidays after my A-levels. I entered the ward in the early hours of the morning and had been discharged again by that afternoon, having spent the day refusing to eat, crying into a ham sandwich. The nurse gave me a rub ...