As much as I have loved my holiday in Japan, I have to say it has given my self-image quite a battering, nowhere more so than in Tokyo. 

The women of all ages are gorgeous,  they are slim and carry themselves with a certain ease, whether they are wearing funky, punk, casual, outrageous, demure, high fashion or work clothes. Of course it is hard to look gorgeous when you have two sensible, easy -care outfits and sensible shoes, but still, the women make me feel overweight, frumpy and clumsy. 

I know I am overweight, I could climb mountains quicker and easier if I was a healthier weight for my age.  But you all know how much I love food, and even though I try and make healthy choices I struggle to lose weight. 

Last night at the Teppanyaki restaurant it really it hit me. Because Liz and I both ordered exactly the same dishes,  we ended up with only one order, it was too hard to try and sort that out with a waitress who spoke little English, so we just shared. I looked around at the other diners and they had similar amounts of food. And do you know what? It was enough, I certainly didn’t feel hungry at the end. But if we’d have been given what we ordered we would have eaten it, no worries at all.  

Food for thought.