It’s check-out day at the diet clinic in Cannes, France. I’m going home! I’ve been here for two full months, and I’ve lost 15 kilos (I’m going to get weighed one last time today, inshallah the caviar and vodka of New Year’s Eve haven’t left their mark). I feel much better than when I came in. But, my knee we now know it is the meniscus and…