BIGGER PICTURE

Della Waterfield, 36, Birmingham

Slumping down on the sofa, I was ravenous. ‘What shall we eat tonight?’ I asked my fiancé, Dean, 32.

‘Curry?’ he answered with a grin.

‘How about Chinese?’ I suggested instead.

It was our nightly debate – what takeaway to eat.

With me at 20st 6lb and Dean at 16st, we had a takeaway every single day – without fail.

Spending up to £100 each week, it was an expensive habit, but we didn’t care.

I first met Dean seven years ago at a mate’s house and as cliché as it sounds, it was love at first sight.

I knew from the moment we started chatting that he was the one for me.

I blamed my polycystic ovaries

Already in our late 20s, Dean had a