By Paulette Crowley
Bring full fat back. Sugar demon driving obesity epidemic. Low-carb diets make you depressed. Red meat leads to bowel cancer. People who eat wholegrains have smaller waists.
These are all headlines I have written as a health editor and journalist. The headline for my own experience with food and dieting could read ‘‘The more I know, the fatter and unhealthier I get’’.
I know a hell of a lot about nutrition – I could easily write a book or two – with no formal training. My body of knowledge has been nurtured by an endless obsession with food and dieting.
I was put on a strict diet by a naturopath at the age of nine to control debilitating hayfever. It did more damage than good: the sneezing continued and I lost unnecessary weight at a crucial stage of my growth and development. It sowed the seeds of an eating disorder that would define my life. I dreamed of McDonald’s and stuffed my face with a Mars Bar at every opportunity.
My next diet was at the age of 14, with my mother. Boiled eggs, salad, scraps of chicken and hunger were involved. I lost a chunk of weight in the first week and became hooked on the euphoric sensation of watching numbers drop on the scale and my clothes feeling looser.
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This article was first published in Your Weekend, May 28, 2016