One BIG happy family
Hearing the doorbell, I pulled myself away from my usual spot on the sofa and headed to the kitchen. ‘Dinner’s here!’ my husband, Michael, then 42, shouted as he brought in our Chinese delivery.
It was early 2017 and family time in our household meant only one thing – takeaway time. Michael and I, along with our daughter, Paige, then 23, and son Zane, 14, loved nothing more than devouring bowls of chow mein and crispy spring rolls.
But, as I lowered myself into my chair, I was breathless from the short journey between the sofa and the table. At 5ft 2in and weighing over 17st, I knew I was big, but instead
