Donna Moore, 38, Catterick, North Yorkshire
Lugging shopping bags into the house, I lifted my little girl, then 3, out of her buggy.
Next was my baby boy, a few months old.
By the time I was done, I was wheezing with exhaustion.
Tears rolled down my cheeks.
To say I was stuck in a rut was an understatement.
It was April 2004 and I was utterly miserable.
I was 24, overweight, struggling with two young kids and unhappy in my relationship.
As a kid, I’d been a tomboy.
‘You are the strongest girl I know,’ Dad would beam.
But, now, I binged on huge bars of chocolate while slumped on the sofa in front of the TV.
I’d ballooned to a size-24, weighed a hefty 17st.
‘I’m just a…
