This illustrates perfectly the extent of my phobia of vomiting. I was less afraid of being mowed down by three lanes of cars than I was of seeing someone be sick.
When I first stopped drinking, a number of people told me I was ‘not that bad’ and ‘didn’t have a drinking problem’ – despite the fact I was putting myself in dangerous situations.
We all know parents who are obsessively involved in their children’s lives. But now it’s my elderly mother who needs constant attention – and we both resent the role reversal.
A new TikTok trend claims adding a teaspoon of cinnamon to your daily coffee (and some cocoa to make it more palatable) for one week can help you burn fat. Is there any truth to this?