Aging plus multiple courses of oral steroids for a respiratory problem seemed to have done absolutely nothing for my weight. Now that my health problems are behind me and I seem to be coming out the other side of menopause, I decided I really must do something about the extra pounds (about 35 of them!) I considered my diet. And you know, it really wasn't that bad. I don't snack, I eat loads of fruit and veg, very little red meat, no sugary drinks, not too much fat. Pretty impressive, eh? So why am I so overweight? And I came to the conclusion that I was simply eating too much - my portion size was way over the top. I am the cook in our household, just for husband now but previously for two sons as well. Ah, that's it, I told myself, I've got into the way of eating strapping male-sized meals. But hang on - I've never been exactly sylph-like. I wasn't a fat child, but I was certainly 'solidly built'. Then I thought about the huge meals my mother would serve up, and how I used to devour them. Being a rather isolated, unhappy child, I had quite a lot invested in enjoying delicious food. So I recognised my appetite as a learned behaviour - and have started to do something about it! When I serve myself, I now put approximately half the amount on my plate than I would have done previously - spread out a bit to fool the eye, and keeping largish portions of green veg! And do you know, I haven't felt deprived or hungry once. And I've lost nine pounds in just over a month.