I want to begin by being honest. The last few weeks have felt heavy in a way that sits deep in the bones. Nothing single and yet everything has accumulated - friends sinking under the weight of despair, loved ones facing losses and heartbreak, an encounter on a bus where police had to step in to keep people safe and the relentless stream of news about lives cut short.

This weekend, while waiting in line at Costa, I witnessed something that reminded me deeply of the journey we all take toward self-acceptance.

It started innocently enough.One snack, then another.Before I knew it, I was deep into what I can only describe as The Binge Fest, a full-on food free-for-all.

The other morning, I did something I often do before work.I grabbed my usual take-out coffee and headed into the city centre for a walk - nothing unusual about that. But the weather had other ideas.

I almost didn’t go.