Struggling to reach my toes, I finally managed to pull my socks from my feet, quickly throwing them onto the pile of clothing already in a heap on the bathroom floor.
Stepping forward, I hopped onto the scales, avoiding the reflection in the corner of my eye.
Only, looking down after a few seconds, I saw an unlikely result.
Error.
Taking another step forward, with a firmer step this time around, I waited for the numbers to flash on the screen.
Yet, the same error code occurred.
Grabbing my phone, I took a photo of the scales, before rushing to put my clothes back on.
Squeezing into a size 26 outfit, I hurried downstairs.
‘Look at this,’ I sniffed, trying to hold back my tears.
My then fiancé Dave, 38, stared at the picture.
‘It’s probably the batteries,’ he shrugged, carrying on with what he was doing.
Only, I knew I couldn’t
