I had put on a stone and a half since having a baby five years ago, mostly around my middle. Women are particularly prone to this pattern of weight gain, with hormones, age, stress, lack of sleep and a sedentary lifestyle all blame factors. Even though I’d cut out croissants, curries, butter and cheese, switched to skinny lattes and slashed my wine intake, still my weight was creeping up. Cycling for nearly two hours a day had given me the lowest pulse rate in the office but still my dress size rose. So the notion of eating more fat, loads of it, and doing a lot less exercise was perversely appealing: if being good doesn’t work, perhaps I should try the fat and lazy approach.