We've got a new colleague, similar age, also with 2 boys the same age as mine with similar "histories", and we get on really well. She already knows way more about me than many longer-standing colleagues. But she doesn't know that I try to fast on Fridays. "Why?" She said at lunchtime "you don't need it!" Then she looked me up and down "you really don't". Hooray, hooray!
So I told her why I really do, if only for maintaining purposes. "And I suppose you went running this morning, didn't you?" She added, slightly enviously. "Well, yes, I did!" Was my answer. "I'm cycling into work these days" she added a touch wistfully "and I WILL get back to doing some exercise" (to be fair, she has been ill, she's not overweight and I'm sure she will).
But blimey, at what point in this long journey did I become the thin, sporty type that others aspire to?