My little girl, Giselle, then two, clapped her hands with glee. ‘Teacups!’ she cheered excitedly, as we boarded the fair ride. But as I squeezed my huge bulk into the compact cup, poor Giselle was squashed tight. Back home, I looked at the photo of us and cried.
At 163 kilos and a size 26, I took up most of the picture. I was so ashamed. I knew my weight had to change before it impacted my health. I don’t, I thought, terrified.