Getting home after the school run, I could feel my body begin to shake.
And at 4pm each day, it was like clockwork.
I was starving.
With cups of tea, Costa coffee and cans of Monster to tide me throughout the day, I always skipped breakfast and rarely stopped for lunch.
Working as a carer as well as being a mum to Faith, now 17, and Rupert, now eight, it was rare I made time for myself.
But now, I was ravenous.
Settling down on the sofa, I worked my way through a pack of custard creams.
Topped off with grab bags of crisps, I loved anything salt and vinegar or pickled onion. And when my husband Guy, 36, got home, we’d order a takeaway.
‘I can’t be bothered to…
