So, I’ve recently been diagnosed with coeliac disease (an auto-immune reaction to gluten) and, to be honest, I have been surprised by how “ok” I am with this.

Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s not going to be easy as I realise that I am going to be without some of my favourites forever; tabbouleh (with its trademark cracked wheat), arabic bread (khubz) and malt vinegar (which I famously accompanied with chips)…to name a few, all be it randomly!

However, the fact that I know now that it has been these things (or at least the gluten within them) that caused almost every minor and, latterly, major ailment I’ve experienced seems to have given me a different perspective.

Never one to like being told what to eat (or do, for that matter) I actually feel invigorated by the opportunity to rebalance myself.

To some extent, diagnosis day was ground zero and over the last six weeks it’s been onwards and upwards to a new me – the sky’s the limit!