The big bears doctor has told him to get smaller

The big bear went to see his doctor the other day. His doctor is dishy, and is called Nick, has run the London Marathon, and is younger than BB (which BB finds a bit strange but that is another story for another day).

Nick the doctor looked BB up and down and told him that if he stayed the same shape he was sure that he would get diabetes at some time in the future.

And BB said, is that the disease that gets your legs?

Yes, said Nick.

And your eyes, and your liver.

And BB said oh, I kindof like having those parts.

Yes, said Nick.

You should do exercise, maybe to a goal, lets try and lose 10% over 12 weeks.

When the big bear got home and told the little bear, the little bear looked worried, and a bit upset with big round eyes. He looked at the big bear and he said; I love you, you can't not be well, I don't know what I would do if you were not well, I don't know what I would do at all.

So the little bear and the big bear started eating only healthy things. The little bear helped the big bear to cut out almost all of something called satfat, and they got one of those lean mean grilling things which are a bit like expensive sandwich toasters. And both of the bears started to feel a bit thinner.

But sometimes the LB looked at the BB with big round eyes and the BB knew that the LB was worrying about the BB. Underneath it all LB is really quite a little bear, and needs a BB to look after him, you see.