Upon hitting the big 3-0, I felt as though my life was on a downward spiral. The vitality of my twenties seemed like a distant dream - climbing stairs became an Olympian feat, a trip to the shops required marathon-level mental preparation, and worst of all, my zest for life was slipping away.

A year ago, I tipped the scales at 115kg (18 stone, 1lb). Alongside the physical challenges of being medically overweight, my mental wellbeing took a nosedive. Instead of confidently engaging with others, I found myself retreating into the shadows.

My patience wore thin with my loved ones, snapping at them more frequently as fatigue and self-loathing began to suffocate my joy. Clothes clung uncomfortably to my stomach, and I constantly tugged at my top in hopes of hiding my shape. But a year ago, I

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