I’ve noticed the fat analyser in my gym but never had the courage to use it. Would the personal trainers come over to sell me their services if I use their machines, I wondered.
My wonderment came to an end a few days ago when I saw a man step up to the fat analyser, not once, but twice. He received two print-outs for his efforts. I waited until the gym was mostly empty before I got onto onto the machine.
I entered my height, age and gender. The machine did the rest.
As I waited for my diagnosis, I felt like a child waiting for my exam results.