This is probably the one thing I have wanted to write about more than anything else, but every time I start, my overthinking brain eventually gets the better of me and I think, fuck this. It’s about food, although the more I’ve tried to write it, the more I’ve realised how much else comes with it. Complicated relationships with food have been somewhere in the background of my life for as long as I can remember. I just never recognised them as complicated. Food, weight and app

I think most of us look in the mirror and consider ourselves relatively normal. Why wouldn't we? We've spent our entire lives getting used to the person staring back at us, so naturally we assume they're a fairly reasonable example of what a human being should look like. There I am, 45 years old, looking back at myself with the quiet confidence of a man who still believes he could become a dot-com millionaire with one of his weird-arse business ideas. I'll get that promotion,

I think I have always been quite good at reacting to other people’s problems. That is not meant to sound impressive. It is probably just the way my brain works. Give me somebody else’s problem and I become useful very quickly. I can listen, ask questions, remember some tiny detail they mentioned three weeks ago and convince myself there must be something practical I can do to make whatever is happening slightly less shit. My own problems are different, although not because I

Sixteen minutes into a football match this morning, we were 3–0 up and absolutely flying. I coach an under-11s team and, like pretty much every grassroots football team in the country, mine is made up of a complete mixture of kids. I have a few lads who are frighteningly good for ten years old, the sort who seem to know where a football is going to bounce before the rest of us have even realised it has been kicked. Then I have others who absolutely love football but aren't qu