8AM: I enter office with my running shoes. I plan to have an early dinner before 6pm, attend Mass at 6.30pm, leave office around 8.30pm, and run home.
4PM: My client meeting begins.
6.10PM: I am still in my client meeting. My mum texts me to ask if I want to join her for dinner in town. I warn her I will be done at 7.30pm or later. She tells me she can wait, and proposes dinner at Angus House. Since I can no longer be fit, I might as well be fat.
9.15PM: My client meeting ends. I leave office, thinking three things. One, I am really excited about dinner. Two, food therapy really works. Three, mum is the best.
9.45PM: My steak arrives, and my night is complete.