Dr. Bob (Five minutes freewrite)

Kevin had never been into sports much and he used to make fun of people that went to the gym. That was before Janice, of course. Not only was she ten years younger, but she went jogging three times a week and her whole body was toned and perfect and beautiful. He had to keep up and watch his figure. Getting a dedicated app on his phone sure made things easier for him. The app informed him how much he had run, how many calories he'd burned, even told him if his heart rate was good.
He became obsessed with keeping fit and he'd check his stats five times a day even after Janice left him. Or maybe because of that. Kevin was already pushing forty by that time and he was single again. When his older brother died of a heart attack, Kevin became even more determined to stay as healthy as possible. That's went he met Dr. Bob. It was not a real doctor, it was better than that - a new app that offered him a 24/7 personal physician to take care of him.
'If you as much as fart, I'll know about it', said Dr. Bob in the presentation video. Kevin chuckled, but felt reassured. Dr. Bob sent him daily notification with his vital stats, reminded him of scheduled doctor's appointments, reprimanded him when he got less than seven hours of sleep and counted the calories in his meals.
That did not help Kevin's romantic life much and he was getting resigned with the idea he'll die a bachelor. Naturally, when the update linking Dr. Bob with your fridge and the local supermarket was out, Kevin was among the first to install it. You had to pay for the service, but it was worth every penny - Dr. Bob came up with a meal plan, notified the store who delivered all the food you needed every Friday afternoon.

From that moment, he didn't have to worry about running out of milk or finding there's no bread left to make a sandwich. In fact, there were no more sandwiches after that as Dr. Bob didn't approve. No more frozen dinners either. Kevin hated kale and baby spinach, but Dr. Bob sent a long scientific article detailing why he needed his greens. Kevin accepted his fate and developed a strategy to eat the stuff he hated on the nights his favorite show was on, so he'd be distracted enough not to notice the disgusting stuff on his plate.
Sometimes he cheated and ate pizza on his lunch break or had a beer after work, but retirement put an end to this. As he had plenty of time he tried doing some shopping on his own, only to discover all the supermarkets in his neighborhood were connected to the app, while the local bakery where you could buy croissants with real butter in them had gone out of business.
Dr. Bob then altered the menu, in keep with his diminished caloric needs. And started introducing vitamin shakes or speed your metabolism supplements. He was getting old and he was feeling it, even with Dr.Bob's non-stop care. He was feeling weak some of the days, he could barely tolerate many of the carefully selected meals. The doctor - a real one this time - gave him some pills and sent a report to the app, so Dr.Bob could alter the meal plans accordingly. Kevin got even more of those foul-smelling vitamin shakes, the kind with silver-haired smiling old guys on the label. Old people food.
Neither the pills, nor the shakes helped. Kevin was getting depressed and the kind Dr. Bob noticed that and allowed some wine into his diet. Kevin was grateful. The app even sent him some 'informative reading materials', which helped Kevin see things in a new light. He was old and not contributing to society anymore. He was wasting resources, precious resources on an overpopulated planet. Just think of all the kids in the world going to bed on an empty stomach. What right did he have to take food away from these kids and, anyway, who'd want to live past 70 and put up with pain and suffering?
After going through all the articles, Kevin concluded:
'He has a point. I'm becoming useless.'
Dr. Bob replied:
'I know'.

Story written for @mariannewest's freewrite challenge. Today's prompt was: "fart". New prompt every day. Check out her blog.
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