I've never been someone to enjoy exercise or sport. I used to dread PE lessons at school, and I used to think of nothing worse than going to the gym. I was lucky that until my early twenties, I never had to worry about working out, or eating healthy. Although I am still naturally slim, I used to be super slim and I could eat as many KFC's as I wanted and would never see a difference. But then the one thing that no one seems to tell you, is that one day in your twenties, you will put on weight, and in 2014, after a routine doctors appointment, I was shocked to learn I weighed a whole stone more than what I thought I was.

For the past two years, I've been very self conscious about my body. I used to love summer because it meant I could wear shorts, but I started to hate them. I felt conscious of my thighs, cellulite and where did this muffin top come from" I went from being pretty confident about myself, to my confidence being on the floor. I joined a gym a couple of times and started to eat healthier which meant I managed to shift the extra weight I'd put on from eating really badly pretty quickly. But I still haven't been happy, I kinda accepted that this was my body now and it was okay. I was healthy, I still fitted into the majority of my clothes and if your thighs stick together it means you're a step closer to being a mermaid right"
After Christmas last year, I started January feeling utterly rubbish, I'd eaten more quality street sweets than I care to admi...