I joined a great group nearby on a Tuesday morning and stood on the scales that first day to find out that I was the largest I have ever been. I had just been out to buy some size 16 trousers because I had nothing that would fit me. I dutifully took my measurements and wrote it all down. I had a dream weight; a number that has always been in my head, that I've never thought I could get back to, based on a photograph when my arms and my face are skinny.
Fast forward 17 weeks and I've done it. I've hit that target weight and I feel fantastic. I've been shopping and bought everything in a size 10, knowing that it would fit me when I tried it on. I own skinny jeans, elegant boat-neck jumpers and clingy t-shirts. I feel like myself again. It is awesome.
I'm so proud of myself for sticking with it and for achieving my goal. And now, when I hand Andy the camera, I get photos I like looking at!