So I did that thing on Monday morning that so many people do. I woke up thinking “that's it, today is the day. The fight back starts now. I'm going on a monster diet to lose 17 stone in a day and nothing or no one is going to stop me this time.”

We’ve all been there right? Especially after a particular mental few days when you've spent most of the weekend snogging the face off a poke of chips and cheese and there's not a pound of you hanging the right way. That's when you're at your most determined if not slightly delusional. Still in my delusional state, I went full steam ahead and threw out all the food in the cupboards and signed myself up for five different classes at my local gym ranging from Body Pump, to Body Combat and a bit of Zumba thrown in there for good measure too.

I'd say I'm on a permanent diet wagon which, I of course, tumble off from time to time but on the whole I'm constantly obsessing over my weight and what I'm eating. I think if we were to be honest most of us do that because that's just what society dictates thanks to the glossy magazines and online news sites speculating every day as to which celebrities have lost the most weight and how fabulous they are looking in their size zero clothing.

Although rumour has it you can't stand downwind of them thanks to the permanent cauliflower soup diet they are on but who cares they're skinny and that's all that matters right?

I've had my ups and downs with diets over the years, my most successful diet attempt being when I worked with Dr Gillian McKeith on the Channel 4 TV show ‘You Are What You Eat’ back in 2005/2006. I lost more than 10stone in 12 months working with old Gillian and it was honestly one of the most challenging experiences of my life.

Twelve years later, I still can't look at a tupperware dish after what she made me do in it but the less said about that the better. I was so proud of myself during that year, I didn't break my diet once which drove the producers mad as they were so used to having contestants crumbling just a few weeks into the diet and would normally catch them hanging out their freezer at 3am devouring a Sara Lee double chocolate gateaux that hadn't even had time to defrost yet but oh no, not me. I wouldn't have given them or Gillian the satisfaction of that.

I've struggled my whole life with my weight, everyone knows that and I'm probably the heaviest I've been in the last 12 years but I genuinely put that down to meeting the love of my life a few years ago and the fact that we love socialising and going out for dinner or snuggling up on the sofa with a take away and watching telly on the rare occasion we both have a night off together.

So you see I'm just so happy and my life is honestly just so wonderful and my partner truly loves me the way I am so why do I still feel the need to conform and look like that models in the magazines?

With all that's going on in the world shouldn't I just be happy with what I've got? Of course there are the health implications, I want to be as healthy as I possibly can but I suppose I'm talking about inner happiness. I have everything a girl could possibly dream of in life and I'm so very lucky in my career too so what's the deal with beating myself up over my weight all the time?

I think it's only when you make peace with yourself can you truly be happy and attempt to lose the weight, if that's what you truly want and really do it for yourself.

So here's to up coming body pump and combat classes, salads for lunch and dreams of standing on an Olympian podium when I reach my goal weight, whatever that may be, but instead of a gold meal around my neck, I'll be holding up a Sara Lee double chocolate gateaux above my head like it's the World Cup, defrosted of course.