Fat Mac hasn’t been getting out enough, so I went down to Stockbridge to try to encourage him to get some fresh air. A difficult task, which took two hours of persuasion, and by then, of course, the sun had gone down, it was very cold and the only open place was the pub.
He’s lost 18 lbs in the last two months by cutting down the beer drinking. That’s almost as much as the celebs lose in the jungle. However, he no longer has much energy, doesn’t jog any more and his exercise is confined to doing a few burpees in his kitchen. He seemed to think it was quite an achievement when he hadn’t dozed off after breakfast, this past Monday.
I think he’s actually a bit apprehensive about the Diet and Detox course he’s booked into on the Holy Isle in January, and he said that if it wasn’t for the promise of 5* colonic irrigation, he might pull the plug.