Basically, it got to the stage where I felt like each week I didn’t die was a miracle – especially if it was a week where I didn’t fill my body full of certain ‘superfoods’, or partake in whatever the latest exercise craze was. I felt like I was starving my body of the vital nutrients and minerals it sorely needed, and it was only going to be a matter of time before my body crumbled from the sheer effort of keeping itself upright – despite the fact it had somehow managed to survive for so long before I even knew what a superfood was (I’m still not 100% sure I know!). …And then the following week I would find myself dicing with death again because I was eating goji berries (which are sooo two years ago, it’s like I’m not even serious about my health), not putting butter in my coffee (I hear this is a thing now?!), and still only doing mat Pilates instead of hardcore swinging-from-the-ceiling-from-a-bungee-cord-HIIT-workout-Pilates which, it was recently discovered, would …