CHAPTER 23
ALICE LINDFORD SIGHED as she tried to do up her boots. The zip didn’t seem to go all the way up to the top any more. She straightened up, irritated and red-faced from her efforts. Life sucked. She looked like a little round ball of fat. If only food didn’t taste so good, then she wouldn’t want to eat it.
She smoothed down her hair and sighed again at the thought of seeing that bloody size zero self-satisfied woman, running along behind her son as he cycled to school. Alice couldn’t stand the sight of her; it brought home to her the fact that her weight had almost topped 18 stone, and now she was even getting breathless when bending over and trying to do up her boots. She looked at herself in the mirror; perhaps the time had come to try and shift some of the fat again.
