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Taking a seat at the cafe table I grabbed the menu. "I love being pregnant this time around, - I can eat whatever I want without gaining weight!" I said to my girlfriend Vicki.
I was expecting my third child and losing kilos rather then gaining them was a refreshing change.
I'd battled with my weight since I was young and during my pregnancy with my first child, Kaycie, four and my second child Douglas, one, my cravings for everything sweet meant that that I ballooned to a size 24.
But this time around because I was suffering morning sickness, I actually lost weight.
In November 1997, my second daughter, Alyssa, was born. Having lost 29kg throughout the pregnancy I felt drained and lethargic, but doctors assured me that everything was OK.
"I can’t wait to tuck into a nice hearty breakfast", I said to my doctor.
"Be careful," he warned. "As your body has rejected food for so long, your metabolism will have slowed. If you go back to eating the way you did before, you'll put on a lot of weight."
But I was only eating again, and within three months, I'd reached and all-time high of 118kg.
"I give up," I sighed to Vicki.
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