Hearth-Father is in the throes of some sort of mid-life crisis.
We have a rowing machine in our bedroom.
Alcohol is but a distant memory, 'carbohydrate' has become a dirty word, sugar is the devil's work.
In a thank you letter to friends who invited us for supper last weekend, I felt the need to apologise for our 'uncharacteristic sobriety' and promise that it wouldn't happen again. 'Microbiome' has entered our vocabulary.
In the sixteen years that we have been together I have never known Hearth-Father come home from work and not have a glass of cider. Men's Health magazine has a lot to answer for.
Time to take stock as we near the end of our self-imposed Dry January.
I should be pounds heavier in the bank from all of the money saved from not buying wine. Surely?
I should be pounds lighter in the flesh from all the healthy eating...?
And, for some reason, I seem to shout at the kids more.
Roll on February.
Currently reading: The Gut Makeover by Jeanette Hyde (in keeping with the theme)