I LOST 18ST AND GOT MY HUSBAND BACK

Holding my arms above my head, my husband Ian, 40, gently helped me put my sweatshirt on. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said, feeling ashamed that I was such a burden. Ian smiled. ‘It’s not your fault, love,’ he said, helping me get my trousers on, too.

I didn’t believe him, because it was my fault. It was early 2018 and, at 5ft 7in, I was 30st and had nobody to blame but myself.

I’d always been on the big side and when I met Ian in 2009, I weighed 19st. Marrying in 2015 and happy in our relationship, I thought nothing of indulging in