DIET OR DIVORCE!
Heaving myself out of the car, I wiped the sweat from my face and trudged through the sand. It was July 2020, and I knew exactly how the day would go – I’d spend it hiding in the shade with the tight denim of my size-26 jeans sticking to my legs.
There was no chance I’d take them off, as showing any flesh just wasn’t an option for me. Instead I’d sit there watching enviously as my husband Chris, then 39, and our daughters Connie, nine, and Olivia, seven, splashed in the sea.
Just moments later, that’s exactly what I was doing, watching my family have fun without me. I desperately wanted to join them, but I was too ashamed of my
