So, let's continue the tale of my weight eh...
My husband used to drop me off at Slimming World group and wait in the car. I used to go in, get weighed and leave, which I know was the wrong thing to do. Paul used to say he'd wait, knowing that it could make or break my week, depending on whether I lost or not.
I lost four stone that way, down to 12 st 7lbs. It cost a fiver a week, I was unemployed, so I left the group saying I'd do it on my own.
Rubbish.
I put it all back on.
And more.
I then got pregnant with my little boy, giving birth December 2016.
Then my lack of discipline and control really shone. Hmmm. I think my TBI influenced this, but I don't want to pass the buck. I used to go to the supermarket and buy boxes of Snickers, Magnum Almond, Ben and Jerrys tubs. I used to go home and eat them all, one after another, not feeling full. I was truly disgusting and I am not proud.
My maximum weight soared to 22st 7lbs.
