Are you pregnant again? No I'm just fat

I'm on a diet again. It must be at least the 12th one this year so far. Diets start every Monday, are dropped by Wednesday in amidst some kind of stress which result in a large bar of chocolate, and start again the following week.

But the motivation I needed came in the form of the ultimate humiliation. A friend I hadn't seen for a year thought I was pregnant. I can hardly blame her for thinking this as I've managed to pile on two and a half stone since I last saw her. I am now more than seven pounds heavier than I was at full term pregnancy.

Oh the shame.

I have decided to tackle my comfort-eating behaviour as well as a strict calorie-controlled diet and vigorous exercise regime. It's war. I've declared war on my rolls of fat.