I’m amazed at how much time I think about FOOD: meal planning, Tesco orders, top-up shops, gluten-free options, meat-free options, fussy child options, budgeting requirements, calorie deficit, calorie surfeit, excess sugar, excess fat, excess salt, too UPF, not too UPF, possibly carcinogenic and so on and so on. It is exhausting, mind-numbingly boring and takes up WAY too much headspace. My husband, on the other hand, doesn’t really seem to give a shit, and is busy in life achieving, being all impressive and whatnot.. .no doubt because he has the headspace to do so. Just me? What could I achieve if I wasn't constantly writing effing food plans and doing effing Tesco orders and top-up shops?