I hear those of you that are finding it tricky.
I took Mrs JT for lunch at a lovely local Italian restaurant today. I’m watching my diet so it was tough to see her dive into the bread with her sauces and eat a carb-tastic pasta extravaganza - all washed down with a large glass of wine. She knows I’m not bothered about one glass of anything really but it is tough to sit there feeling overweight (due to alcohol) and therefore denying yourself..
I suppose what I was really a bit down about was not being ‘normal’ like my wife.