Having tried just about every diet since the invention of elasticated trousers, joined every fitness club within strolling distance of the pub, and spent a small country's GDP on personal trainers, Mitch Webber was somewhat disappointed to find himself fifty years old and technically obese. With no desire to transform his physique into that of Connan the Barbiturate and without wanting to become a food-bore (one of those people who spend more time investigating the ingredients of a meal than enjoying the company), Mitch decided to see if there was a way to make some tolerable adjustments to...