Passing my driving test, age 18, I became an instant slob, doing zero daily exercise. Before, I’d walked everywhere. Now, with my own set of wheels, I’d drive to collect chip-shop dinners, or hit McDonald’s with college mates.
By the time I turned 22, my average size-14 figure had ballooned to a size-20.
Ashamed of my bod, I’d decline invites out partying, staying home with my mum, Anne, 58.
I’d a bad back for years, and the pain grew so bad, I was admitted to hospital several times.
‘Try losing weight,’ my GP said.
That night, stepping on the scales, the dial whizzed to 17st 7lb.
Mortifying.
Vowing to change, in July 2011, I bought a calorie-counting book, cut my portions, and joined my local gym. I started walking wherever…
