As Tom waddled back to our double sun lounger, lowering himself on to it with a groan due to his achy joints, he reached over to cuddle me, prompting me to leap up swiftly and declare I'd had enough sun, and was going for a nap.
As I watched my husband walk up the beach on our winter sun holiday last month, I felt, if I'm being painfully honest, disgusted.
With his sizeable belly straining at the waistband of his shorts, his sunburnt man boobs and flabby arms, Daniel Craig sexily wading out of the sea he most definitely was not.
Both have been unexpected, and upsetting, side-effects of my decision last year to become one of the thousands of women turning to the weight-loss jab Mounjaro.
Yet over the past year, as the excess pounds have disappeared from my body, I've found myself increasingly turned off by his chubby frame.
