That Scruton article is simply magnificent, all the more so as I am enjoying an Austrialian chardonnay while reading it. It is one of those articles you need to read several times to pick up all the meaning and nuances. The Evalyn Waugh references are rich: "There is no respectable reason for wishing not to be fat." Here, here. And this is particularly nice:

"Likewise there are people who dedicate their lives to exercise – the fitness buffs who spend their evenings jogging and their mornings in the gym. But is there not something narcissistic about their obsession, just as there is about anorexia – a sense that all this trouble is aimed at one thing only, namely me? Waugh’s protest on behalf of normal middle-aged spread was really an injunction to live on easy terms with the body, so as to be able to forget about it. To those who reply that fat people die younger, Waugh would have replied, ‘well done them’."

Seems a nice extension of Scruton's On Hunting, no?