I would Walk 5,000 MILES

Wriggling a pair of jeans over my flabby thighs, I sucked in and held my breath.

I just managed to get the zip up and fasten the button on the size 26 trousers, but my flesh was spilling over the top and the seams were straining.

It was depressing, and whenever I was depressed, I had one go-to solution – food.

Shovelling my favourite ginger nut biscuits into my mouth, I tried not to think about it.

Comfort eating had become normal for me whenever I