Andi Rickard, 54, Wellington, Somerset
P ushing a rusty old lawnmower across the grass, sweat poured off me.
‘That’s it,’I huffed to my hubby Simon. ‘I give up.’
It was 2009, I was living in rural Somerset and locked in a weekly wrestle with the garden.
It was so overgrown, even a strimmer couldn’t battle through the weeds.
It was exhausting, and it didn’t help that I was unfit.
I’d piled on a few stone since having my three girls, Felicity, then 5, and twins Tabatha and Molly, 3, and now weighed 13st 7lb.
I suffered from scoliosis too, and heavy lifting could leave my back in agony.
That evening, Simon scrolled on his computer.
‘Why don’t we try one of these?’ he chuckled, gesturing to a picture of a scythe…
