Stepping from the shower, I glimpsed the mirror and winced at the sight of myself. I hated looking at my body, all my lumps and bumps, especially the hernia that stuck out of my tummy like a tennis ball.
Pulling on my dressing gown, I scurried downstairs.
‘I’m sick of looking like this,’ I frowned at my boyfriend Steven, then 31.
It was April 2020 and, stuck in a lockdown, I’d no motivation to lose the baby weight I’d piled on carrying our son Jackson, then 7 months.
Weighing 16st 8lb, I couldn’t even play with Jackson without getting
