My weight problems started aged 24 in 1996, just after I had my first child, Jack. Like most mothers, I put on extra pounds during my pregnancy, but it didn’t shift afterwards. Jack arrived early and I had a traumatic birth, followed by a bout of postnatal depression. My husband, Keith, then 28, was supportive, but things didn’t improve after George came along three years later, and I was soon on antidepressants. Stuck at home with two young children, I felt desperately lonely, so I turned to food.
Trips to the supermarket were all I had to look forward to, and I’d often treat myself to a pot of chocolate mousse or a whole pack of Jaffa Cakes. Soon, my body was craving sugar, and my snacking habit was out…