All the things I love are bad for me, and all the things that are good for me I hate, and force myself to eat.
I would happily exist on a diet of bacon and eggs with white bread, trifle, chocolate, crisps, chips, crispy cakes, chocolate eclairs, all with endless cups of sugary tea.
Plenty of stuff. I've had a bit of a 'thing' about bacon this week, so have eaten 8 rashers over the course of 4 days, but I hadn't had any for a couple of weeks previously. That's just an example. Sausages fit in once a week for a meal because OH loves them and we have an excellent pork butcher who lives across from us. (The free-range pigs live near the village too.)
I probably drink too much red wine - but it wasn't too much when I lived in France, where OH had 1 glass of red wine per day written on his prescription by the doctor. I think I'm generally reasonably moderate in all things, with the odd splurge, even though doctors would say I overindulge in various things.
I am not going to worry about it unless I am forced to. I'm not sure I would like to live a couple of years longer in a care home or in pain because I'd felt the pangs of restrictions. I'm not wanting to get fat, so I do take note of my body.
I wish the so called experts would make their mind up about coffee. For some time now they have been saying its bad for you, only this week on a tv program, they are now saying its good for you?
The same confusion with red wine.