The day before the funeral, I weighed myself. Stepping on the scales, I expected to weigh 12 stone. Gulp! The dial soared to 16st 8lb. Forget being a bit bigger than my pals – I was a whale! It was time to be honest. Rummaging through my wardrobe, I realised there were a handful of size 14s – but they were hardly worn. The majority of my clothes were a size 22! Shocked, I burst into tears. I’d been in complete denial. Even before my binge-fest… Amy hadn’t had nothing to suit me, but nothing to fit me! Determined to change, I joined Slimming World. And as we said to goodbye to my grandfather, I also said farewell to my flab. Swapping junk food for vegetables and Coke for water, within a week I’d lost six pounds. Now I weigh 11st 9lb and a size 10 hugs my curves perfectly. Looking back at pictures of myself, it was clear I was blind to my size-22 frame. But I’m never closing my eyes to my true self again!
Me (right) with Amy Now 5st lighter! THERE’S NO DENYING IT – I LOOK FAB!