I come from a large family where food played a big part in family life. We had a cooked meal every day, home-made cake on a Saturday, and puddings on Sunday. There was also a cake shop at the bottom of the road I lived on, to which I was a frequent customer. (If they gave away cake miles I’d have been all over the world!) Then there were the sweets bought on the way to school, not to mention bus fare saved to buy chips on the way home!
At age 14 I weighed 10 stone, (I’m now 62 and weigh 10st 4lbs). Back then, all my friends weighed 8st and by the age of 16 I was a size 16. We even had a slimming club at school that I attended, not that it did me any good!
After my first child, I stayed at 11st for many years, and didn’t really weigh myself. I successfully lost 2 stone in my twenties, but when I had two more children and did weigh myself I discovered I was 13 stone. I attended slimming clubs on and off over the years with no success and when I decided to weigh myself in September 2019, after struggling to breathe tying the laces on my trainers with my belly getting in the way, I discovered I weighed 14st 3lbs. This was the heaviest I’d ever been, verging on a size 18! I knew I needed to do something about it but didn’t know what.