Slimming World...

Coming back to the UK was a bit of a shocker. I'd not actually noticed my weight over there.

I'll never forget the look of shock on my best mate's face as I walked into the bar where I was meeting her on my return. To be fair, her best friend had just gone up 3 dress sizes in 3 months.

So, I let it sit around for a bit, gradually piling on more and more weight. By the age 19, I was a size 14. My 12s didn't even consider fitting me.

Time for action.

I ended up with some great jobs, I worked at a huge creative agency in Sheffield and then landed a role planning events for huge businesses.

However, both of those jobs involved sitting at a desk from 9-5. The weight didn't shift.

My Mum had to bring up the subject (which, of course, made her the biggest bitch in the entire world) of joining Slimming World. Eventually, I did, and I slowly saw the weight drop off. It wasn't easy, but a year later, I was a stone lighter and back in my 12s. Ahh.

Whilst Slimming World did work for me, it was bloody hard work. It also allowed you to eat "as much as you want" of certain foods. Not good for somebody who has a stomach-capacity the size of Africa. So, whilst I probably even got a sniff at my size 10s, as soon as I fell off the wagon - that space could easily be filled with cake.


Age: 19
Marital Status: Relationship
Job: Account Manager - events and hospitality
Boobs: 32E
Dress Size: 12
Confidence: 3/10