Life is for LIVING
When I envisioned retirement, I saw me and my husband, John, then 61, travelling the world and sharing all the wonderful memories with our family. But in March 2016, as I clicked through photos from our trip to Australia the month before, I spotted one of me that made me jolt. John, who was looking over my shoulder, said it was a lovely picture. He just saw my smiling face, but all I could focus on was how fat I looked.
I’d thought the baggy top and loose shorts would disguise my size-18 frame, but now I realised they only made me look bigger. I was mortified, so when John
