Tomorrow, I turn 42 years old. And, at 42 years old I think it's time to admit something that I've been ashamed to admit my whole life. I am an addict. I don't smoke, do drugs or gamble. I don't take unnecessary risks and I try to be the best person I can be, but I have an addiction that I cannot escape from because I need this to survive, we all do. My addiction, is food. 3 years ago I was diagnosed with NAFLD, or Non-Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease to give it it's full name.
Earlier this week I awoke at my friends house in Los Angeles. She had an audition that morning and also had one the previous night. Before that I was staying with another friend who has a handful of directing projects on the go. The last few nights I was staying with friends who are actors in a very popular TV show. This is Los Angeles, city of angels, city of dreams. It's somewhere I come once a year to see friends, hang out, do a bit of business and get some sun - although