I’ve reached middle age, or something. Some time earlier this year, there was a step change in my caloric needs. All of a sudden I couldn’t finish what used to be normal portions. In the end I had to switch to a smaller serving bowl, because I kept serving myself more food than I could eat.

That’s my bowl of salad on the left, and Adrian’s on the right. It’s Friday movie night, so dinner is served on the chest that does double duty as a sofa table in front of the TV.

I’ve also stopped eating breakfast on weekdays, because I realized I no longer need all that food. I still haven’t quite learned to manage restaurant meals yet, and keep ordering as if nothing had changed. I made the mistake of ordering an entire pizza in Slovenia and had to send half of it back.