I don’t want to go on about this but there’s no escaping the fact that I am, well, chunky is extremely charitable at this point. I eat emotionally; I went through a stage when I was 21 of not really eating at all and went to a size 12, but after my relationship ended eighteen months ago I’ve put on a LOT of weight. It’s not hard to see why - I got the bus directly to work, directly home, where I ordered a huge takeaway because I thought it would make me feel better.

I just got back from holiday which was nice, but every time I looked in the mirror I was struck by how utterly huge I looked to myself. Having weighed myself, I’ve crept over 15 stone for the first time in my life which apparently labels me obese, according to the BMI. Even if that’s out quite a bit, it’s not exactly healthy, is it? I also struggle when cycling to work which, at 2.5 miles in 15 minutes, probably shouldn’t knock me out quite as much as it does.

This is also one of my problems. I quite enjoy the cycling, actually, and do feel better once the sweat and gasping has gone. The thing is though, it’s getting me somewhere. It has a purpose beyond itself and actually the appeal is that whereas on a university day it takes around 40 minutes to travel the same distance, getting there in 15 means a bit more sleep.

Weight today: 14 stone 13lb