Left: 11st 7 (March 2013 – before Slimming World) | Right: 9 stone 7 (August 2013 – 2 stone down) | Notice the loss of boobs haha! I joined Slimming World during my first year of uni. I’d spent the whole summer getting over a break-up – eating and drinking and eating some more. Then, starting uni, my life became a cocktail of drunken pizzas, hungover fried breakfasts in the campus cafe, afternoon ‘why not’ bottles of wine and cheap vodka energy concoctions at Oceana…

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Last Sunday, Jack and I had a horrifying realisation… We hadn’t had a roast dinner since Christmas. That’s 9 whole months of Yorkshire pud deprivation! Such tragedy! Why we’d denied ourselves the pleasure for so long we didn’t know but we did know that it was time to bust out the brussell sprouts. So we made a roast – with all the trimmings. And something about it being a Sunday and having a cosy roast meant it felt right to have a few glasses of wine…

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When I first met Jack, I didn’t let him see me without make-up for about 2 months. Like that scene from Bridesmaids, I used to sneak out of bed early so I could re-apply it before he woke up! I was convinced that if he saw me without it, he’d run a million miles. Even now – say we have to leave for an early flight at 4am – I’ll do my make-up (false eyelashes and all!) fresh before bed and sleep in it as…

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Last week, Jack and I decided to start making healthy food swaps with the goal of dropping a few pounds before our holiday in December. Now, restricting foods and ‘dieting’ is dangerous territory for me – you might’ve read this post about my experience with disordered eating, which explains things a bit more. By working toward the goal of weight loss, I have to be really careful not to let my old obsessive mindset kick back in and take over. However, we decided not to…

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Friday was a perfect start to the weekend in my book. A sunset ‘n’ prosecco picnic with my pals followed by Conor’s (a bezzy mate of mine’s) gig in Shoreditch. I’d been looking forward to it all week – the pop of prosecco, the first bubbly sip, the sun, hoummus and pitta(!!!), the sweet, carefree feeling of it being a Friday evening… *sigh* Friday morning I got up early to wash and curl my hair, put my fake lashes on and make myself feel nice before…

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