Just read this story on the BBC’s website regarding the links between obesity and dementia.
I’ve always been a little frightened of dementia, during the year Joel and I spent apart before we got engaged, I worried about my future life alone – what would happen to me if I needed care? would I get support or would I end up as a street person? etc. etc. My over dramatic view of life plays a huge part in how I feel about this! Thankfully, my sister Lucy promised to make sure I was OK. Thanks for the reassurance Lu. Now it’s Joel’s problem.