‘Ashamed of my bod, I'd decline invites out partying’ Passing my driving test, age 18, I became an instant slob, doing zero daily exercise.
Before, I’d walked pretty much everywhere.
Now, with my own set of wheels, I’d drive to collect chip-shop dinners or hit McDonald’s with mates.
By the time I turned 22, my average size-14 figure had ballooned to a size 20.
Ashamed of my bod, I’d decline invites out partying, staying home with my mum, Anne, 58, instead.
I had a bad back for years, and the pain grew so bad, I was admitted to hospital.
‘Try losing some weight,’ my GP suggested.
That night, stepping on the scales, the dial whizzed to 17st 7lb. Mortifying.
Vowing to change, in July 2011, I bought a calorie-counting book,…
