Easing myself onto the sofa, I grabbed the telly remote and switched on my favourite soap.
But as the iconic theme tune of EastEnders played out and the episode began, I could barely hear Kat and Alfie’s latest barney over me opening my crisps.
Tucking into a bag of prawn cocktail Walkers, I was absorbed by the TV show.
Using it as an escape, it was easy to forget the amount of food I was chomping down.
Multiple packets of crisps, a whole packet of Digestives in one go and a couple of Mars bars, too.
But I was immune to it all, absorbed by the lives of the characters rather than my own.
Luckily, my sons Onur, 11, and Omer, 17, were at school, so I had no one to hide my bad habits from.
Weighing 17st and wearing a size 24 in
