And then on Sunday night, Mum dislocated her ankle and broke her fibula. She’s in a cast for six weeks, can’t work, and can only use a walking frame.
It’s a constant battle to get up in the morning and get to work and get to uni and stay sane, that I have completely ignored my eating and let all my bad habits - emotional eating in particular, get back in.
I feel stuck, and I feel like I have taken two huge steps backwards.
