I'm never going to run, so when the zombies come I'll sacrifice myself for the sake of all bootcampers, so you have more time to run away. Most likely I'll try to distract the zombies by feeding them with a delicious low carb feast, maybe fill them up so they don't want to eat any of us 
I used to be a skinny wee thing, so no yo-yo dieting, but instead the insidious creep... "If I weigh 1 or 2lbs heavier at the end of each passing year, that's fine" was my thinking. But 20 years of that is 30 pounds, another 10 years another stone. And always up. As a result I was a short apple-shaped barrel, with all the attendant health risks for that particular body shape.
All my family are thin and slight, so I hid myself under loose clothes, hating the feel of anything tight round my ever expanding waistline, and hating the sense of family looked at the rolls of fat. I imagined my loose flowing clothes channelled my inner hippy, but instead I looked more like I'd dressed in a flowered sack. I've lost most of my apple tummy but I still can't bear to wear anything with a waist and I still hide under layers of loose clothes.
Had a glorious long walk in the sunshine and wind.. 27,000 steps
B - coffee with cream and butter (just because I fancied something really rich); boiled egg
L (late after my walk) - avocado with salad, olive oil
D - chicken piri piri, buttered leeks and cabbage, kale crisps