Looking at my body, I sighed at my wobbly tummy and thighs.
Then, I carefully counted all the calories I'd eaten that day in my head.
No sweets later on, I thought.
But I wasn't a bride-to-be or a new mum wanting to fit back into her jeans.
It was summer 1975 and I was a 9-year-old girl.
Already bigger than my friends, I was obsessed with changing that.
I'd feel ashamed when we all lined up for PE and I'd see my big thighs against their skinny
