Four years ago the NHS told us that over half the female population was trying to lose weight so it’s hardly surprising that many millions are injecting themselves with fat jabs.  But I refuse to pander to the notion that us women all need to be a size 10 so I shan’t be going anywhere near the jabs or dieting.  If I feel like a piece of toast with blueberry jam, the odd crisp and a nibble of chocolate I am not going to feel fat or guilty about eating any of it.  Who says we have to be so thin anyway?   

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Having what a nutritionist would call a sugar addiction for as long as I can remember (I’m partial to a bar of Cadbury’s Fruit and Nut) my appetite for losing weight resembles the Yo Yo diet (the repeated cycle of losing weight through strict dieting, only to regain it shortly after) itself. I cannot bring myself to go on fat jabs as no amount of weight loss would warrant hair loss – a common side effect associated with Ozempic – not to mention the peculiar sensation of switching off one’s appetite and joie de vivre.  I’ve even heard people forget to drink water on the jabs and don’t get me started on their distaste for wine. I know which version of myself I would........

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