Flipping open the takeaway box, I flopped onto the sofa and hit play on the TV remote.
The familiar intro of Desperate Housewives began – my Saturday night classic
But the only thing I was desperate for was a bite of my 16-inch Domino’s pizza.
This smells delicious, I thought – before devouring the entire pizza all in one go.
But that wasn’t all – I’d ordered a tub of Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food for dessert.
And washing my meal down with a pint of Pepsi Max Cherry, too, I still didn’t feel satisfied either.
Luckily, my daughters Jessica, now 12, and Georgia, now nine, weren’t there to witness my feast.
I never let them eat like me!
After splitting up with their dad in May 2017, I was struggling to adapt to life as a single mum.
The weekends were especially hard
