Looking out of the window, I saw familiar faces walking across the frosty car park and greeted them with a smile. It was a cold December evening and my Slimming World group was getting underway, but I noticed a car that had been parked up for some time, the driver looking anxious. I gave the woman a big friendly wave, after all it was the season to be merry. There was a pause, and then the car door opened... ‘Come on, I’ll walk in with you,’ I said. ‘The hardest part is getting here.’ I knew what it was like to sit outside a Slimming World group, feeling too scared to go in. I’d been there myself.
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