If I get too thin I can’t get warm; any less than 140 and I’m quite gaunt and I shiver all the time. Even if I off-load enough weight to make my wonky foot tolerate five miles of trotting per day, I should still be able to stay well north of that threshold.

In Ottawa, when I noticed that my brother had switched from partially-skimmed (2%) milk to whole milk, I asked him whether that was a deliberate choice and, if so, why. He said the higher-fat milk had not messed with his diabetes at all, but seemed to knock out his sugar cravings.

I was out of milk when I got home, so I’m giving it a whirl. So far, so good.