When I was in my twenties and early thirties I considered myself a young woman with amazingly good health.  I’d have my ‘skinny’ months, and my ‘slightly chubbier than preferred’ months, my radiantly sun-kissed and relaxed summer months, and my pasty sleep-deprived and overworked term times.  I would get into a fitness buzz and attend … Continue reading I didn’t know I was sick until I was healthy