Standing on the scales, I felt the all too familiar pang of pure disappointment.
For the past 20 years I had been to Slimming World on and off, but the scales barely budged.
Over the years I’d lost a few pounds here and there, but the weight didn’t stay off for long.
And having been struggling with my weight since I was 16, I’d finally had enough.
After having my two boys Adam, now 31, and Macauley, 27, the baby weight didn’t budge, either.
And it wasn’t like I was a big eater, either.
With a relatively healthy attitude towards food, it didn’t seem to matter if I was eating crisps and sweets, to syn-free salads – nothing was working.
‘I must just have a really slow metabolism,’ I moaned to my then fiancé Andrew, 52.
Andrew had always known me as a larger lady,
