BIGGER PICTURE
Dec 29, 2020
5 minutes
Words by Hannah Poon.
Della Waterfield, 36, Birmingham
Slumping down on the sofa, I was ravenous. ‘What shall we eat tonight?’ I asked my fiancé, Dean, 32.
‘Curry?’ he answered with a grin.
‘How about Chinese?’ I suggested instead.
It was our nightly debate – what takeaway to eat.
With me at 20st 6lb and Dean at 16st, we had a takeaway every single day – without fail.
Spending up to £100 each week, it was an expensive habit, but we didn’t care.
I first met Dean seven years ago at a mate’s house and as cliché as it sounds, it was love at first sight.
I knew from the moment we started chatting that he was the one for me.
I blamed my polycystic ovaries
Already in our late 20s, Dean had a
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