Sitting in the garden, soaking up the sun, I cracked open another can of beer.
I took a sip of the cold, fizzy booze and planned the family BBQ we’d be tucking into later.
It was March 2020, and I had just stopped working amid the global pandemic.
At first, I enjoyed pottering about in the garden leisurely.
It meant that I was spending more time with my wife Zara, 35, and children, Brandon, 17, Summa, 13, Learna, 12, and Talia, six.
But with no work on, my life revolved around food.
I had always been overweight, at around 25 stone, and my friends always called me ‘Big Buffy’.
I loved huge portion sizes.
‘Wasting food is a sin!’ I’d tell Zara, swooping on the kids’ leftovers at dinner.
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