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Another day, another chicken and broccoli smoothie. And a home workout session with celebrity trainer, Gunnar Toft. He's around my age and ripped. A pocket rocket of a guy who Josh tells me can bench three-hundred pounds.
I'm not even sure what that is, but his eyes bulge and his neck veins pulse when he talks. In fact, the guy doesn't so much talk as bark. I'm told by Josh not to mention anything about his drinking the other night. And especially not the lines of coke.
Josh steps off a weighing scale and gets a high-five from Gunnar.
"Good job," Toft says in a local accent. "You've lost two pounds of fat and gained an extra pound of muscle since last week."
I swear the kid must have alien DNA. He's one of those guys who looks good no matter what you throw at him.
And he's surprisi
