I walked into the dietician’s office and slumped down in a chair. I had brought a notebook and pen, but I couldn’t bring myself to pull it out of my bag. “What can I do for you today?” she asked me.

I sighed, took a deep breath and searched for words. ‘What could she do for me?’ I didn’t even know where to start. I took another deep breath and then simply said, “I just need you to tell me what to eat.”

She looked at me with kind eyes, but she did not spring into action to give me a menu. She didn’t even ask me if there were any foods that I didn’t like or that I was allergic to. I was puzzled, but what started out as me trying to find an easy solution to dieting, turned into a conversation about the need for me to take control of my life, and ended with her telling me that it sounded like I was suffering from decision fatigue.

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