My name's Angela and I go to Weight Losers. I'm trying to lose weight. I have to force to eat the right food. My husband doesn't think I'm fat. "You'll make ill", he tells me. But it's doing me good. Lots of people go to the club. They're all trying to lose weight or keep slim. We all weigh on the scales and write down our weight. Yesterday one man was one kilo heavier than the week before. He said he couldn't stop eating cakes.
The teacher says, "You must control , all of you". My neighbour, Helen, also goes too, you know. She's losing weight. She's very pleased with . The Johnsons were there yesterday too. They're always arguing with . They've lost a lot of weight, so they must be really starving .