Wendy Thompson, 51, Newbiggin-by-the-Sea
Arriving back home from a long shift, I had a surprise for my husband.
‘Hungry?’ I asked.
‘Silly question,’ Tom, 55, laughed.
Grabbing the paper bag, piping-hot pasty inside, his eyes lit up.
It was October 2013, and we’d been together for 17 years.
When we’d first met, I’d been a single mum. Ate anything cheap, so that my kids could eat well.
It left me larger than life… being 6ft tall didn’t help, either!
But Tom, a trim 11st, loved me.
Happy in our relationship, we got comfortable.
Tom picked up my bad diet.
And quitting smoking three years later, his weight rocketed.
If we stood a chance, I had to change, too ‘Nothing fits!’ Tom said, struggling to do up his trousers.
‘I still…