Watching my daughter get ready for a night out, I felt a lump in my throat.
Grace, 26, twirled round happily in a tiny black flowery dress.
‘How do I look, Mum?’ she asked.
‘Stunning,’ I replied, truthfully.
Grace was everything I used to be – confident, full of life and slim.
I was envious and that meant I’d sometimes snap at her.
Every time I looked at Grace, I was reminded of my younger self.
But now at 5ft 2in, I weighed 12st 8lb, and was a size 16.
It had all gone wrong when the perimenopause hit me in my 30s.
I’d regularly skip breakfast, then be famished by the afternoon and order something from Uber Eats.
My go-to was a huge pepperoni pizza loaded with cheese and…