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I
still shudder when I recall how I ate just cheese and an apple once a day
and only drank water. What a boring, miserable life! I lost seven stone, but guess what? When
I thought it was safe to go back to three proper meals a day, I put it all
back on — plus an extra two stone on top.
And one day I
woke up and found myself aged 46 and weighing more than 20 stone. Be
yond diets by then, I decided to get my stomach banded.
It cost
£5,500 from my savings and I had such high hopes. But after two years of living with the band, I still hadn't lost any weight.
I dont
really know why — I just found the pounds didn't shift as I thought
they would. So now it was time for the knives to come out.
I decided to get my fat cut off.
I knew it would be hard to find a surgeon prepared
to operate, given my size and the ethics involved.
The risks of
anaesthetic didn't bother me, so I found a cosmetic surgery adviser, Linda
Briggs, on the internet. She located a surgeon in Tunisia who
was prepared to do what I asked.
But Tony and Scott, who was 28 by
then, weren't happy.
'You could die on the operating table,' Tony
warned.
He'd never minded the size of my figure. But it did affect our lives — because I hated it.
'I'm not doing this for you,'
I replied simply. 'I'm doing it for me.'
I loved my family
and didn't want to worry them, but for once something else mattered more.
'You'll
see how all our lives will change when I do this,' I told them, and Tony
knew I wouldn't back down. So he flew out to Tunisia with me three weeks later.
I was on the operating table for seven hours while the
surgeon gave me a tummy tuck, a breast reduction — taking me from a 40H to a 38DD — and an eyelift.
Instantly I lost a whopping
two and a half stone.
Pause there. Think about it.
Thirty-
five pounds of fat just gone! I went to sleep one size, woke up
much slimmer.
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