Mummy’s big 22 stone shame

Sitting down on the bed, my daughters, Faye, now six, and Alice, now three, snuggled up next to me. I opened their careworn copy of The Gruffalo and began to read. My husband Guy, now 37, watched on. But what should have been a happy time of family bonding was over by the time I got to page three.  At 5ft3, I weighed 22 stone 11Ibs and was a size 30. My extreme obesity meant even reading left me breathless and I couldn’t get the words out. I’d expelled all my energy just getting up the stairs and helping...

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