How Falling In Love Made Me Fat

When I was nine, my family moved to Canada, where I discovered junk food. By my 11th birthday I was chunky but my friends were the same size, so I wasn’t bothered.

When, at 19 I met my English boyfriend Paul Flowers, 20, at college, I didn’t consider myself big. Two years on we went to live in England.

Happy and in love, I ate without thinking. I worked with adults with learning disabilities, eating pies and puds with them. But two years later, I realised I’d become a huge size 20! I was 5ft 9in and weighed 18 stone.

I dabbled with diets but gave up when I didn’t get quick results. A year on, a family friend who’s a doctor explained being fat affects fertility. Paul and I wanted kids one day, so I finally woke up to how I was treating my body.

I decided to sign up with a weight-loss-clinic – SureSlim, in nearby Warwick. At £395 it was expensive, but included consultations. Tests showed I was eating too many carbs, which ended as fat on my body. I had to cut them out.

The first two weeks, I had awful cravings, but the flab fell off. My goal was to lose five stone. I lost four and a half stone in six months. The last half stone took another three months to budge.

I’ve bought a slinky swimsuit this summer. If you’ve got it, flaunt it!

My Tip
Dink water to zap cravings.