Read The Desperate Bride’s Diet Club for Free Online

cemetery.
    As instructed, Kathy took a deep breath in and out and attempted to stretch her leg out at a 90-degree angle. Her heart was still pounding. Her head was thumping. And she wasn’t sure if she had just dislocated her hip joint.
    They all struggled to stand up before Trudie finally released them from the jaws of hell.
    ‘Well, that was great! Really well done,everyone. Give yourselves a round of applause!’
    A few looks were exchanged amongst the victims before a few half-hearted claps could be heard.
    ‘That’s the spirit!’ continued Trudie.
    You had to admire her, thought Kathy. Perhaps the world was a happier place when you could slip into Lycra leggings and not look like a large sack of potatoes.
    On the way out, everyone was given three carrier bagsfull to capacity with cereal bars and milkshakes.
    ‘Have a good week, everyone!’ said Trudie. ‘You’ve taken your first step to a New You!’
    Kathy left as quickly as her aching body would allow. She savoured the sweet, fresh night air for a moment before realising someone was standing next to her.
    ‘God, that was grim,’ said Kathy, giving the other woman a grin. They were both around the same age.‘Hi, I’m Kathy.’
    ‘I’m Violet,’ muttered the dark-haired woman, going bright pink. She was very pretty, thought Kathy.
    ‘I thought we were gonna have to call for an ambulance when she started doing that jogging on the spot,’ Kathy went on. ‘I swear my heart stopped beating at one stage.’
    Violet gave her a small smile but didn’t say anything.
    ‘You going towards town?’ asked Kathy.
    Violet shookher head. ‘Sorry.’
    ‘No worries. I’ll see you back here next week, then. If we can put up with the torture again! Good night.’
    Kathy gave a hearty laugh but it wasn’t returned. The girl had scurried away.
    Probably couldn’t wait to get away. Sometimes Kathy really hated herself. Why couldn’t she just be natural instead of Peter Kay on speed?
    Kathy turned and slowly walked home, dreading thelonesome flat that was waiting for her.
    *
    Violet headed in the opposite direction to her car, wishing she was naturally chatty like Kathy. Why was everyone else able to be so natural and engage in conversation, when she couldn’t string two words together?
    She got inside and dumped the bags on the passenger seat before trying to calm her racing pulse. Fifteen stone! She blew out a long sigh.She was probably the fattest one there, apart from that one man in the class.
    She placed her hands on the steering wheel, noticing how her engagement ring glinted in the light from the streetlamp. It was a nice ring. Not quite the diamond solitaire that she had always dreamed of but an emerald was still a good sign that Sebastian loved her. Even if he didn’t realise that she had never reallyliked emeralds.
    Fifteen stone! She was going to be the fattest bride the world had ever seen. Deep in misery, Violet drove home, desperate for something to eat to take away the pain and humiliation of the evening.
    Home always made her feel better. It was an end-of-terrace Victorian cottage. There were only two bedrooms and the kitchen was tiny but the lounge had been knocked through into thedining room and it was a lovely, sunny space with patio doors leading on to a small garden.
    She had managed to get the deposit with an inheritance from her uncle who had passed away four years previously. It had been her sanctuary from the outside world ever since. There were some lovely authentic features, like the real fireplaces. They were tiny but then it only needed a few logs to keep theroom warm.
    She wished Sebastian was waiting for her with a hug but he was working late that evening and would head back to his own flat to sleep. So she trudged up the small path to the front door before letting herself in.
    ‘Hello!’ she called, ever hopeful that Sebastian had changed his mind.
    But only darkness and silence greeted her.
    Violet dumped the carrier bags full of