Monday GP time

Off to see Frank, the excellent Doctor. I am slipping and he advises antidepressants, and immediate referral to Prof Morris the Art Garfunkel lookalike. Guess I have to accept I have Bipolar Affective Disorder, and Frank confirms this. Will probably need to go on mood stabilisers. Dont relish it but accept it. Seems I dealt well with the obesity problem just got to tackle this. Frank orders a ruck of blood tests which I find reassuring. He really is good and really cares. I get off to the gym and after a cardiovascular session start to work on my shoulders and triceps. Ouch that hurts - I am truly a sixteen stone weakling.