Strike a Pose!
Sitting in my car, I chowed down on the last biscuit.
Better bin this, I told myself, holding the empty packaging.
It was 2016, and I’d just given birth to my second child, Anastasia, now five.
I’ve never exactly been a slim chicken, but after falling pregnant in 2012 with my first child, Joseph, now eight, I couldn’t stop eating.
As a lover of anything sweet, I would gorge on biscuits, chocolate and tasty treats.
After all, I was eating for two.
By the time I was seven months pregnant, I’d gained five stone.
And after giving birth, instead of losing the excess weight, I just continued to eat.
‘I guess I’ll just be a big girl forever,’ I laughed to my husband, Matt, 32.
As I munched on any sweet thing I could,
