As I drew nearer to the big three zero, many things started to concern me: whether I would ever settle down and pop out a couple of kids, how I'd cope with hangovers in ten years time, and most importantly if I really should've really started the botox sooner rather than later. In my late twenties I was too busy having fun and following my dreams to really worry about anything other than superficial issues, but the one thing I didn't expect to hit me like a brick wall pretty much as soon as I transitioned from one decade to the next (apart from the atrocious hangovers) was the rate at which I'd pile on the pounds. We're used to hearing tales about men and women who struggle to keep their weight under control as the decades pass, but as someone who'd always been able to strip back my diet when I needed to look kick-ass at the weekend, I didn't think it would happen so suddenly or abruptly. Practically overnight I started to fill out and become even more wobbly than I was before; I pretty much had to look at a slice of chocolate cake and find myself a dress size larger, while losing weight was increasingly difficult once I'd actually put it on. Over the last three years I've gone up at least a dress size (if not two) and have struggled to keep my weight under control - so much so that it impacted on my confidence and self-worth.
I've never been a skinny minny, always showcasing a set of curves that I was proud of, but with age I felt myself filling out and getting to a po...