Nothing fashionable fitted and I felt so frumpy in black shapeless cover-ups that there didn’t seem anything to celebrate. My bra size only added to my self-loathing. Measuring a 381 HI. it made shopping in regular lingerie departments bras that didn’t resemble a scaffolding system were out of the question -so depressing.
THERE ARE NO PHOTOS OF ME FROM THAT CHRISTMAS. 1 became a dab hand at insisting that anyone who took a snap showed it to me and then would promptly delete it.
BUT CHRISTMAS FOCUSES THE MIND. It’s an opportunity to reflect on what’s really important. And for me, that’s 100 per cent my kids. I was sick of hating my body, but more than that, I didn’t want to be someone who felt so sluggish she’d asked her children to take the washing upstairs because the stairs were a struggle. I wanted to be chasing them around the park, not watching from the sidelines.
I WANTED CHRISTMAS TO BE FUN, LAID BACK AND CELEBRATORY, BUT I FELT TOO FAT, FRAUGHT AND FRAZZLED FOR THAT TO HAPPEN’
THE EXCUSES HAD TO GO. Yes, I was dog-tired, but unless I lost weight, that was never going to change. So in January 2013,1 purged my home of leftover Christmas treats and went along to my first Weight Watchers meeting with Dexter snoozing in his buggy.
I set a target to lose 7st 9lb, but rather than feeling daunted, I felt determined.
EVERYTHING CHANGED. Out went the pizzas I’d relied on for convenience and in came quick and easy Weight Watchers recipes
MY BEST & WORST MOMENTS
BEST Getting my Weigh Watchers certificate confirming that I’d lost 1001b… and then going on to lose more weight!
WORST Trying to buy something to wear for a New Year party.
I took endless jeans and dresses into the changing room in the hope they’d fit, but .nothing ever did. It (vas soul-destroying.