I was hiding rolls of flab under size-24 clothes Over 18 months, I shed half my weight Pulling into the driving-test centre, my stomach flipped nervously.
Then… ‘Congratulations, you passed,’ the examiner beamed.
‘Yes!’ I cheered.
The moment every teenager dreams of – passing their driving test.
Freedom!
I was 18, and immediately treated myself to a pink Corsa.
I loved that little car, drove it everywhere – even two minutes to the local shop!
Trouble was, I was already a size-16. My curves had never bothered me, but now I didn’t have to walk anywhere, I became lazy.
Size-16 soon became 18, then 20.
I didn’t eat well, either. I skipped brekkie, had crisps and biccies for lunch, junk food for tea.
In my early 20s, I had Lewis,…
