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“I think the first seeds of bulimia were sown in 1974. I was an ex-rugby player. I wasn’t a big hairy thing, but I was quite chunky and I used to attract thin women. One day a girlfriend said I was the fattest man she’d ever been out with and that was that.
“One of the main turning points was in 1980 when I made the transition from being a record company representative to a TV presenter. If you’re bulimic, you really don’t want to be in a position where the camera puts 8lbs on you. One day at lunch, I ate my starter, main course and dessert, followed by a quadruple brandy and then got rid of the lot [made himself sick]. I weighed myself when I got home and thought it was fantastic. I could eat and drink whatever I wanted and I didn’t put on any weight. But, of course, it wasn’t fantastic at all.
“I was living in north London with my friend Maggie, who is now my wife. I wouldn’t eat all day, but I’d sleep-eat at night. Maggie would often get up in the middle of the night and find me wedged in the serving hatch to the kitchen, trying to get something to eat. She started to padlock the serving hatch, but would then wake up to find me cowering over her, begging for the key. We laugh about it now but it was pretty sad.
“I still eat during the night. It’s an odd thing, but somehow it’s allowed because there’s no one around and I feel it’s OK to eat alone. Back then, the situation was bad, but at least I could chat to Maggie about it. I think she probably saved me.
“The thing about addiction is it never ever goes. They say an alcoholic takes each day at a time and cigarette smokers are the same. I suppose I take it one day at a time. I still can’t eat big meals in front of other people. I find that really, really hard. And my digestive tract is absolutely screwed.
“There’s a lot of rubbish talked about bulimia being a women’s disease. I think it’s a person’s disease. I’m just not sure whether it’s harder for a chap to get up and say, 'Look at me. I’m a bulimic. I throw my food up'.
“For my money, nothing beats beat, the eating disorder organisation that I volunteer for. I give talks, not only about bulimia, but about myself and what I went through, in the hope that it can help someone out there.
“There is hope. There are people out there to talk to. It all seems too big because you build it all up, but there is help out there. There is light at the end of the tunnel.”
