As I polished off a packet of chips, my hubby Stephen, 49, popped his head into the lounge room.
‘Another bag?’ he asked with a cheeky grin.
‘Go on then!’ I chuckled, brushing crumbs off my chin.
Chips were my absolute weakness – I was addicted to them and could easily munch through six bags each evening in front of the TV, getting through up to 42 bags a week!
And with my lovely hubby on hand to fetch my late night snacks, I barely even had to lift a finger.
But aged 49, and weighing 120