Son the sofa feeding my newborn baby, I plunged my hand into the tub of Quality Streets on the table next to me.
But feeling around, all that was left was shiny wrappers.
Surely I’ve not eaten that many? I thought.
But mindlessly munching my way through the choccies, it appeared I’d scoffed my way through the whole tub.
Ah well, I thought. It is Christmas, after all!
I’d always loved the festive season, and especially all the yummy food that came with it – my mum’s home baked mince pies, turkey with all the trimmings, plenty of selection boxes.
We were a very foodie family – it was a proper British Christmas!
But while my parents and my sister were all healthy weights, for some reason I’d
