JUMP AROUND

Chucking a frozen lasagna into the microwave, my stomach rumbled with hunger.

Waiting for the ‘ding’, I watched impatiently.

After moving out of home at the age of 20, I relied on convenience food for ease.

I wasn’t particularly bothered about cooking and instead would gorge on ready meals and crisps.

Although my mum had always made delicious homecooked meals, my diet had never been amazing.

As a teenager, I would snack all day on whatever I could.

So now, with my own place, I could eat whatever I wanted.

I knew I was no slim chicken, but my weight didn’t really bother me.

I ate noodles topped with mayo

And when I fell pregnant with my son at 22, I saw it as an opportunity to