An admission to my doctor that my weight problem was driving me to suicidal thoughts had prompted him to suggest I try a national group called Overeaters Anonymous. He told me that it was similar to Alcoholics Anonymous, but for people who couldn’t stop eating.
SHUTTERSTOCK
One Thursday night, I summoned up the courage to attend a meeting at a local community centre. On my way there I pictured the fat fighters sketch in Little Britain. The last thing I wanted was to be around a bunch of desperate, full-of-fat losers. But then I remembered what my life had become. I’d been hiding away from real life with just food for company for most of my life. I was a fat loser. Anything had to better than this.