My eyes have been bugging me for ages so I had an eye check recently and got the bad news: I need glasses and even if I start wearing them a little bit now, eventually I'll need them all the time, the optometrist said.
He gave me a lecture about the dangers of fatty food and the impact it has on eye health. He asked if I had a family history of glaucoma, which I do, saying I would be wise to limit my fat intake if I wanted to retain my vision long-term.
Interesting but demoralising stuff for someone prone to bouts of bingeing on chocolate and fries. Not only was I left worrying about my diet, but also depressed about being told that my blurry eyesight is the beginning of a steady decline from age.
![Mykita Model: Vivien limited edition](https://www.nzherald.co.nz/resizer/v2/3UP3AAYHVMY4OEZY65ACYO25IY.jpg?auth=cb3575d11349d89fdee59ed5d4c94f8d37764a73c3479f4d7c7cd977c9a7b9d2&width=16&height=15&quality=70&smart=true)
Rightly or wrongly, I decided to go elsewhere to buy my frames, wanting to give my money to someone willing to stroke my ego and tell me, at age 40 and a bit, my future is still bright.