Fleetwood is bone thin, over six feet six and has a penetrating, slightly frightening gaze; one imagines him in a black waistcoat, a headmaster in a Brontë novel. “I like working,” he says, and tosses off the suggestion that he is “hard-nosed.” “I may crack a whip every now and then,” he chuckles, “but I don’t crave command. I’m exactly the way I was at school.”
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"When you go out of your comfort zone and it works, there’s nothing more satisfying."
It isn’t the choice for everyone, but it’s the choice for me! I eat a lot and I feel pretty great and I’m not obsessing about calories or drinking diet soda instead of meals, which I did in high school. I eat salads, stir-fry, bacon and eggs, fish, sushi, all kinds of things! It doesn’t feel like a sacrifice, and I am looking more and more like Xena every day.
I do eat rice - there are variations on it. I think of myself as realistic. If there is party mix in a room, I am gonna eat a handful. …Just maybe not the whole bag.