04/11/2026
Tonight’s dinner was the crusts off someone else’s plate, eaten standing at the sink while you rang your dad to check he had taken his tablets.
You told yourself you would have something proper later, and then it was 9.40pm, the kitchen was finally quiet, and the biscuit tin did what biscuit tins always do at 9.40pm.
That evening raid makes complete sense once you look at the rest of the day. When you run on scraps and adrenaline from lunchtime onwards, your blood sugar dips, your body asks loudly for quick fuel, and the request arrives at the exact moment your defences are lowest. Most of the women I coach call this a discipline problem, and when we look at their day together, nearly all of them have eaten almost nothing proper since breakfast.
The smallest fix I know is one plate, sitting down, before you start on everyone else’s evening: some protein, something green and ten minutes in a chair, even if the chair is in the car outside your mum’s house. It feels selfish for about a week, and then the 9.40pm tin starts losing its grip.
If you are the one feeding everybody except yourself, tell me what your evenings look like. Send me a message or drop it in the comments.