Heading down to the local chippy, I ordered my usual. ‘Large cod and chips with mushy peas, please,’ I said, my mouth already watering at the thought. ‘Actually, make that two.’
I’d cooked a healthy tea for my three kids, Lucas, now 15, Elliot, 13, and Abigail, six – but despite me and their dad separating in 2016, I still ordered enough food for two.
If I was honest, I’d never had a very good relationship with food. Even as young as 12, I can remember counting calories and restricting myself because of my self-esteem. I didn’t feel confident in the way I looked and didn’t have positive body image.
Yet as a teen I was really active – always playing netball, swimming and eating healthy hot school dinners at…
