I felt my stomach rumbling at 8am as the nurse took my blood pressure. It wasn’t because they were starving me at Rakxa – quite the opposite, more on that later – but because I had to fast for a blood and body composition test.
Everything that followed was smooth and straightforward: they took some blood (never pleasant), measured my weight (always nerve-wracking) and determined my metabolic age (apparently I’m 14 years younger than my biological age, pretty good news).





