Five years ago, on 16 November 2011 my life changed forever when I walked into a meeting of Overeaters Anonymous. I came to lose weight, all extra 10st of me, overcoming a problem which had plagued me since I was five years old.
From that age I had compulsively stuffed food into my face until I was sick, or until I passed out, eventually until my weight was such that I was a figure of fun at school and, once I was a grown man out on the gay scene, of revulsion. No friend or family member, doctor or therapist I came across could help or understand.
But finally, going into recovery and having the bravery to really look at myself helped me understand that I didn’t have a problem with food — I had a problem with me.