I also have my down days (sometimes weeks), when I have to motivate myself as I’m so tired from work I can barely even go in the bath and wash. Or days where I see an advert for a Burger King and go out and get myself a Whopper. That’s fine! God, we are here for a good time not for a long time. Don’t be so hard on yourself, people. It is OK to put on a few pounds, it is OK to not want to eat fennel salad and eat a Domino’s instead. It’s just everything in moderation so that we stay the healthiest we can be.
I was so happy when I got to my healthy BMI range and I must admit I actually enjoy doing the exercises. My family and friends said they got the old energetic five-foot pint-sized pocket rocket back. However, of course some people aren’t happy. I had gone from getting trolled and slagged in the press for being overweight and a bad role model to now being ‘too skinny’ and being a bad role model. People were saying they liked the old Scarlett better (I mean I still have the same brain, thoughts and feelings, there’s just less of me to squeeze into a jumpsuit).
I do not agree with body shaming. Whether it’s for someone who’s little or large, it is not OK. We need to get out of this mentality that we have the right to judge people. We do not. When we say awful things about the way someone else looks it says more about us than them. This is a very clichéd lesson I learnt but it’s one I feel is really important in life, especially now because of social media and how easy it is to make a nasty comment about someone. It goes like this:
‘If you can’t say something nice,
don’t say anything at all.’
Chapter Fourteen
LET ’S GET READY TO JUNGLE
Myleene Klass’s iconic white bikini from that infamous shower scene in I’m a Celebrity … Get Me Out of Here! sold for £7,500 at auction in 2006 – the fashion designer gave the proceeds to charity.
Medic Bob is so popular on the German version of I’m a Celeb that he’s had a hit single released based on the stuff he’s said on screen.
The Australian coat of arms features two native animals, an emu and a kangaroo. Both of them can only move forward, which represents the notion that the country is never going backwards. (I mean they’re also one of the only countries to eat both the animals on their coat of arms – but that is none of my business.)
‘I’m a celebrity … get me out of here!’ Ant and Dec boomed from the top of the camp. Perched on the corner of my couch at home, fire on full blast and unicorn slippers on, I said, ‘Let’s order a chicken kebab and have a glass of Baileys, eh?’ I was always trying to entice my mam and dad into making a big thing of the first ever episode of the jungle every year. We all loved it, from trying to guess which celebrities were going to be in the opening title sequence to making our predictions of who was going to be crowned King (or Queen) of the Jungle that year. It has and always will be my favourite TV show. I love it more than Red Dwarf, Bottom, The Young Ones – even more than The Royle Family. It is my guilty pleasure and I look forward to it every year.
In the Moffatt household when the winner is announced and whisked off to that infamous jungle throne, it’s a clear indication that we need to finish off the bulk of our Christmas shopping. The other human advent calendar in the Moffatt household is Michael Bublé. He randomly pops up shortly after I’m a Celebrity ends and you just know when Buble starts popping up singing swing hits, you should have all your Christmas presents wrapped and ready under the tree. Yep, November and December is definitely my favourite time of the year: Christmas decorations, selection boxes from the pound shop, you can wear as many layers of clothing as you like so you don’t feel so guilty about having that extra roast potato or two … and, of course, I’m a Celebrity … Get Me Out of Here!
I had watched the show every year since it began in 2002. I remember going into dance class when we would be practising for the Christmas dance medal test and chatting about who we wanted to win and all the gruesome tasks they had been given. I was such a huge fan, a super fan. My absolute heroes were Ant and Dec. I loved hearing my accent on the television and just thought, imagine having Ant and Dec’s job. They get to spend every day with their best friend and they always have such a good laugh. I knew I’m a Celebrity inside out.
I remember the first ever series I watched. I was twelve and a female comedian called Rhona Cameron went on a huge ‘sometimes’ rant and started slagging all of her camp mates off. ‘Sometimes Uri Geller dramatises little things like farts like he’s an alien who’s never seen one before.’ Me and my mam and dad burst into a fit of laughter. From that moment I knew I was going to be hooked on that show. My favourite ever camp mate was Peter Andre, especially in the shower scenes with his six-pack. I don’t think I had Sky Plus then so I couldn’t rewind or freeze-frame it, so I just used my photographic memory. (That reminds me, I haven’t thought about Peter’s six-pack in a while – I must have a long hard think
