A school friend of mine, ever since her childhood, has been having dinner by 5.30-6pm.
She still follows the ritual.
Even as she called me today in the evening at 6.15 pm, she was done with her dinner.
None of this is “diet” or forced. Just a habit and a family ritual.
Btw, as on date, she has had two Caesarean deliveries, has gone through enough ups and downs of life like you and I, and still looks stunningly lean.
Good habits are miraculous.
