It’s 1pm. I’m standing at the Woolies (grocery store) across the road. My mind is stuck in neutral: “Do I take the Chicken pesto, or thai chicken curry? Oh, there’s a low-cal Beef Stroganoff option, but the cellophane on that packet looks cancerous…or should I just have a fruit-salad? But fruit have sugars, which will spike my insulin….” a full...

I don't have a bathroom mirror or any mirror, for that matter. When I wake up, I grab my electric shaver and mow the lower half of my face, until it "feels smooth enough". My hair, on the other hand, has a personality of its own. I call the sheepish shrub above my forehead “Dennis" (although he likes to be...