It’s taken me 3 months and a cheeseburger happy meal to come up with the name `once upon a fatty` quite ironic really when this is meant to be a serious blog that deals with the emotional voyage of a 33 year old who quite frankly got fat! Since I was last slim, there’s been a baby, a wedding, an illness and a cloak of invisibility that I am desperate to shake off. So here it begins a journey not to get slim or be a size zero, but a journey back to happiness. So grab a kebab or a coconut water and join me…..
(ps, I can’t take any credit for that amazing photo, it did however make me think that it could be the thin bird bursting out of me )