Unfortunately, such an approach to life does not guarantee happiness. And I married a free spirit with a wild side. His way can get us into trouble and worse than trouble. Somewhere in the middle is probably best.
So when my mother gained a little weight when I was in my early teens, what happened was not not out of character in the family I grew up in. She put us all on a very strict diet. None of us were overweight or ever have been. I remember each day she had a certain number of vegetable and fruit servings, and a maximum number of bread, rice and potatoe servings for each of us. I remember we went to skim milk and desert was out of the question for some time. We ate a lot of broiled skinless, boneless chicken breast, which is bland when not seasoned well. I remember Dad complaining. "Now, Cathy!" But once she lost the weight she wanted to, we all got to eat again.
Chopped well. Add a couple of cloves of garlic minced. I am nearing the end of my precious stash of garlic from my garden.
Pieces of firm white fish go on a big piece of foil. A good dose of olive oil and salt. I'm really into coarse sea salt right now. The herbs on top, then fold the foil around the fish to form a packet.
Together with roast potatoes, a good meal. Remember to eat your fish and remember that a little control isn't a bad thing.