They became more frequent and I was soon getting one every three or four days.
The pain was so unbearable I'd have to take days off work.
"Are you under a lot of stress?" a doctor asked me.
Stress had permeated through every aspect of my life, from work, to helping Mum and now it was affecting my health. I knew I had to make a change if I was going to live a full, happy life.
Desperate to turn things around, I booked in for weight-loss surgery. A month before the big day, the specialist put me on the pre-op shake diet. It was hard, but I felt good knowing I was doing the right thing.
Within two weeks, I'd lost nine kilos. Looking in the mirror, I felt good about myself for the first time in years.
As the surgery date crept up, I realised I was making a huge mistake.
"If I can lose this much weight in three weeks, why am I having this surgery?" I said to Michael.