Is it just me or does Sunday feel like the day everything catches up with you. I did a big cook today, chicken thighs, roasted veg, the whole thing, and by the time I'd plated it up for everyone I just stood in the kitchen eating mine over the sink like some kind of feral mum. I keep trying to make dinners that feel normal for the family but also have enough protein in them that I don't crash at 9pm. It's a weird thing to be thinking about. Nobody warned me I'd be standing in a supermarket aisle at 49 quietly calculating grams of protein per portion. The change is glamorous, truly x