The Christmas tree was still twinkling in the living room and there were empty tins of Quality Street stacked up for recycling. It was New Year’s Day 2022 but as I dished up lunch for my fiancé, Brian, then 52, and my daughter, Yvie, 11, there wasn’t a plate for me.
‘I’m going on a diet,’ I explained to them.
‘OK, Mum,’ Yvie smiled, as I sipped a meal-replacement drink.
After a Christmas spent indulging on chocolate, crisps, nuts, Christmas dinner and all the trimmings, countless puddings and just about anything I fancied, I knew I had to do something drastic to transform my life.
TROUBLE WALKING
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