The moment I knew something had to change is etched in my mind. It was 2020 and I was due to chair a meeting in London but couldn’t fit into any of my smartest clothes. I went to the Harrods sale and ended up buying a new jacket in a long length to conceal bulges.
To my disbelief, I could only fit into a size 22.
Around this time, I developed high blood pressure and was referred to a cardiologist. His letter to my GP began: ‘Thank you for referring this obese 60-year-old woman.’ Obese? I was mortified, but of course that’s
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