Beth was an average sort of girl. Growing up she seemed to have everything in life... Nice siblings, a good family and she got good grades. However she struggled with her weight. She was only 15 years old but she'd not always been overweight... It stemmed from when both of her grandad's died in the same year when she was only 10... Six weeks apart to be exact. She'd turned to food as a coping mechanism to help deal with all of these pent up emotions that she had built within her. The way she looked on it was that other people had drug and alcohol problems so why couldn't she have her coping mechanism?. Her life change for the better a year ago. One cold winters day in January her mum approached her and said, "Beth your weight is out of control... You need help I've booked a personal trainer and we're going to meet him this afternoon". Beth felt a surge of dread wash over her... What if he was horrible? What if he laughed? So many thoughts ran through her mind before she answered her mother, "How old is he?" she asked dreading what she'd say. "He's 23 so he's not going to be some horrible teenager" her mother replied. Two hours later and the appointment came for Beth to meet her personal trainer... they went to a renowned gym in London. Her mum saw Kurtis, her trainer and waved to him. "Mum!" Beth hissed "You're so embarrassing!". Seeing that Beth was scared, sad and scared Kurtis came over to her and ruffled her hair. "Hey little one! You don't need to be scared"... Beth instantly took a liking to him and felt that there was something different about him. After her mum filled out the forms, she left and Kurtis did the first weigh in. "Right Beth, step on the scale". Beth stepped on the scale and Kurtis said, "Beth you weigh 12 stone 5lbs"...