I think, in some way, my time in London helped me in terms of living away from home for such a long time. It didn’t really faze me coming over. I mean, obviously, I was anxious and stuff but maybe not as much as I would have been. And I think the eating disorder somehow, strangely gave me independence because I’d been sort of independent. I always sort of chose what I ate and chose what I wanted to do, whereas some people, you know, come and they’ve been, their mums done everything for them, whereas I sort of personally chose to be more independent, yeah. Yeah. It’s just been a case of making sure I eat enough and, you know, it’s busy and I sort of find that it’s sort of, well, sometimes it’s easier to eat because, you know, I need the energy to concentrate and I find if I do get quite, you know, haven’t eaten for a while and then try to do work it just, it’s, doesn’t work and I don’t focus and stuff.
How have you found it practically the sort of the routine of buying food and cooking and eating? Do you find it easy to maintain or?
Buying food is okay. Sometimes I worry if I spend too much but my mum’s like, “I don’t care how much you spend, just as long as you’re eating.” And cooking has been okay. Sometimes I’ve sort of thought, “Oh, I can’t be bothered to cook.” But I’ve always had something sort of handy. Sharing the flat and sharing the kitchen and stuff, it’s something, it’s been okay but I’d don’t really like people commenting on what I eat or.
Just sometimes like social food like maybe getting a pizza or if people want to get fish and chips, I find that quite anxiety provoking ‘cos I like to sort of have my routine and know what I’m going to eat and I still like need to be prepared for something different.