I wrote STOP on my hand this morning

Today is 5th March 2026. I am 48. I weigh 105.8kg. I have struggled with food for 32 years. This morning I wrote STOP on my hand.

Something has shifted in me.

I felt sorrow and despair the other day when I realised that it is never just going to happen. I am never going to wake up one day and magically be different. I am never going to stop overeating by hoping I will stop overeating. I am never going to change by waiting for change.

32 years. I have been waiting 32 years.

I know what the problem is. It is not willpower exactly. It is the habit, the craving, the environment — the supermarket designed to make me fail, the advertising everywhere I look, the junk food that is cheaper and faster and always there. It is a system built to keep me exactly where I am.

And I also know this: I am 48. The time to change is not someday. The time is now — before the damage becomes permanent, before the weight becomes a health crisis, before another year goes by and nothing is different. I want to be healthy. I want to feel well. I want to be someone who got there before it was too late. I am not too late. But I have to move.

So I came home and I made a plan.

This morning I wrote the word STOP on the inside of my left hand. The hand that reaches.

I am calling this Think Fast. Six months. Fasting. One meal a day where possible. Full water fast days. Real food as much as I can — I am moving towards it, not there yet. Recording everything — weight, mood, what I ate, how I felt. Honest. All of it.

I decided recently. I started today. That is the truth and that is how this begins.

If you are reading this and you know this feeling — you are not alone. Neither am I. Not anymore.

— Think Fast