MILE THIGH CLUB

Wolfing down my third portion of pasta, I scoured the kitchen for more.

‘Mum, we’re full up!’ my sons Jack, now 30, and Joe, now 34, would shout after finishing their tea, dashing out of the kitchen to play

Only, I never called them in to scrape their plates.

There was no need, because I always finished their meals.

Fish and chips, leftover treats from McDonald’s, roast dinners – I ate anything I could get.

Anybody would have thought I hadn’t eaten, but this was the norm for me.

Growing up in a large family, there weren’t many treats in my house when I was little.

You snooze, you lose,’ my siblings would tease, grabbing the snack remains.

As a result, I was pretty much left to my own devices.

I made jokes about my size before others did

That meant at age nine, I already knew I was larger than my friends.

My parents