

Here we get into a constant tension I’ve have with partners: I only eat if I’m hungry.
My second ex was of the same mindset, and I was 120 lb./54kg, with her being 89 lb./40kg. We ate one meal a day, despite her cooking for the kids before dinner, which was generally my responsibility.
Obesity is the result of marketing telling people they need to consume far more Joules than they burn in any given day. Actually listening to your body’s needs shifts the calculus significantly, yet we continue forcing more food than anyone realistically needs down the throats of kids so they know nothing else and become compliant consumers.
Consider the whole “part of a balanced breakfast” propaganda. I ate a lot of Lucky Charms as a kid. but it was never alongside toast, eggs and a glass of orange juice. I could launch into a tirade about how terrible pasteurized OJ tastes, but it’s not really necessary here.
Pay attention to your body, not multinational conglomerates whose sole purpose is to make you eat far more than you need.
So, apologies to start, as I have no expertise to offer. That said, this reminds me of an experience, very early on, in Germany.
I was going through the exchange program’s intensive monthlong German-language course, and we went out to a weekly market with the task of writing about something we’d seen. And there was house siding.
Getting back to Gymnasium, I pulled out my trusty Langenscheidt and looked up “siding.”
The unfortunate thing was there are multiple uses of that word, and coming up with Haeusernebengleis led to the instructor losing their shit laughing in a way I’d not again see in that coursework. Germans have a sense of humour; they just have a very high threshold.
Nebengleis is, validly, a siding. Problem being, the railroad variety. I’d essentially invented “a house on the track next to the track,” which landed fully in the realm of the absurd.
Sorry I can’t help, but I hopefully provided a chuckle.