Is how much weight the doctor wants me to loose before June. That’s 20 kilograms for those 3 countries that don’t use modern measurements (actually only 2 since the UK knows what kilos are). Seems I have a chubby liver and it’s causing some grief, but nothing that can’t be turned around with “lifestyle changes”, which is doctor code for loose some weight and don’t drink.

This morning I briefly considered starting a relationship with a personal trainer in the hopes of them whipping me into shape, and the thought of dating someone has really motivated me to just take care of my own training. So 6am gym sessions 3 times a week, healthy food deliveries, and all alcohol donated to the needy. Seems the missing motivation puzzle piece was spending 72hrs focused on my own mortality, and while a fatty liver is far better than cancer, I’m really pushing my luck with the health thing.

The knowledge that I have done this before and gotten to quite an acceptable level of fitness is reassuring, and as long as I don’t get divorced and slip into a long period of chronic depression it should be fine.