My Diet History: I was thin, then i was really unhappy at school so i gained 5 stone. Then i lost 4 stone on CD and went to uni, where i was really happy and lost another stone. Then my dad got cancer and my boyfriend dumped me and i ate and ate and ate. And i gained 4 1/2 stone. And now I'm trying to lose 4 1/2 stone. I just know I'm better than the blubber that surrounds me and i deserve a better, healthier and more active life than i allow myself now. I don't really go out, i go to work and then i go home and i (used to) sit in front of the tv eat a pizza because its too late/ I'm too lazy to cook ( i work in a bar so i actually do get home late). Every morning i wake up and pretty much have an anxiety attack about what I'm going to wear because my entire wardrobe (apart from 5 items) is too small and a burst from it at the seams - literally, i split trousers in december. So I'm doing Cambridge, I'm on day 2, the challenge ahead can only be won by me. Its a one horse race and i need to reach the finish line.