Shoving the pie and crisps into my bag, I quickly paid for my petrol and hurried back out to the car.
My lunch, yet again, was food hastily bought from a garage as I drove between calls in my work as a carer.
But then, even given a choice, I'd never have picked out a salad.
I was 19st. Had been a comfort eater ever since I was a girl.
At the age of 17, my dress size had been 18-20.
My mum Katherine had persuaded me to join Slimming World – she even came with me, despite her being a beanpole!
I had
