The last time I visited that clinic, I was still that fit chick. Today I'm almost 5 stones heavier and I'm conscious of the calamity. I gained 1,5 stones since the end of last February, the time I last returned from the UK. I shouldn't, but I allowed myself to get fat in the aftermath of everything that happened while I lived in the UK. I allowed myself to have the joy of junk food and I fell into old bad habits that made me an obese child and teenager before. I let food substitute the overwhelming thoughts of not knowing what to do and how to put my life back together. So I ate everything: huge doses of ice-cream, big doses of cookies at 4am... And the truth is that it felt damn good.