5'9" tall, 61 years old, widow, still working. Eating what the UK government considers a balanced diet leaves me depressed, lethargic and expanding like my namesake attached to a gas canister. So let the Health Minister indulge in pulses, whole grains, bread, and pasta (and may an unclean Yak sit on his dinner). I'm going back to Atkins, playing football with the dog, and with your help,my fellow Banters, getting back into clothes not designed by Omar the Tentmaker...