I was a Flight Attendant on a strict diet when I fell in love with coffee.
Juice fast all day, eat one meal when the flight was over, and whittle myself down to those size zero uniform dresses.
I never quite got there because, as you can imagine, when I couldn’t force my body to survive on juice alone – there was bag, after bag, after bag of trail mix.
I picked out the chocolate pieces and raisins, of course, because they weren’t on my list of “diet approved” foods.
It wasn’t until I left the airline job that I began to see my relationship with food as disordered and in the meantime, I did everything I could to maintain my regime.