The Dad Bod Diaries: After 8pm, I would gnaw through a baguette like a man escaping captivity

I’ve imposed a strict post-6pm food ban, because the real battle happens at night

I can pass through a supermarket bakery at noon like a monk, but after 8pm, I would gnaw through a baguette like a man escaping captivity.

THERE are many moments in a man’s life where he realises things have tipped from a bit unhealthy into ‘this is a situation’.

Some men realise it while tying their shoelaces and having to recover for a minute afterwards. Others discover it when their shirts begin erupting around the second button. I, however, discovered it the night I was found by one of my children lying on the couch in my underpants at 10.30pm, eating Häagen-Dazs salted caramel straight from the tub in the dark, watching a man on YouTube rebuild a crash-damaged Ferrari.