EAT YOUR HEART OUT
Breathing in as much as I could, I prepared to hoist my jeans over my huge stomach.
These particular jeans had been getting a bit tight for a while, but I refused to go the next size up.
After all, these ones were already a size 22!
By that point, I was tipping the scales at 17st 12lbs.
'What had gone so wrong?' I asked myself.
I’d been a slim size eight before meeting the father of my child and piling on the pounds.
Using the pregnancy as an excuse to eat what I wanted I’d put on over four stone.
My daughter, Kensa, was born in February 2005, but rather than bringing her dad and I closer together we just couldn’t make it work.
When my ex left, our daughter was just six-months-old.
Heartbroken and lonely, I began to eat away my feelings.
