I found yesterday that our scales were reading high, so I am actually 78 kg, not 80 kg as previously reported. I have ignored my doctor's statement that my body fat might be a bit low, increased daily training and feel even better for it. When he said that I replied, "What's the matter, are you jealous ?" With one or two notable exceptions, doctors around here are very slap-happy about their own fitness. Most of mine have smoked, drunk, taken various assortments of their own pills and sat on their backsides most of the time; pretty good at dishing out advice, not so good at implementing it themselves. To be fair, the present incumbent is fairly sharp as far as doctors go, and I have a lot of respect for him, but others I've had, less said the better.
I continue to be the butt of facetious remarks from passers-by while mowing my kikuyu lawns with a handmower. "They've invented mower mowers now" and such. We'll see who has the first heart attack. Might be me of course but at least I'll enjoy being fit up to the cemetery gate. Also, my hearing will remain acute longer, I'll have less risk of foot amputations, less inhalation of fumes and my wallet will remain fatter.