Simon Cowell pictured with fiancée and son after fans concerned

Fans have been left concerned over Simon Cowell’s appearance in a cosy family photograph. Simon Cowell was cosied up to fiancée Lauren Silverman – after alarming fans with his appearance earlier this year.

The 62-year-old was with Lauren, 45, and Eric, 8, in the snap. Simon and Lauren are due to wed in a ceremony later this year.

On the wedding, Simon said: “I’ve kind of felt myself engaged for a long time, if I’m really being honest with you. Lockdown and Covid was probably make or break for many relationships. We were in the same house for over a year and I thought, ‘Well, actually, we get on really, really well’. And for Eric, as he gets older, he will be asked more and more about his parents, and I thought it was the right thing to do for him.”

Speaking about his weight loss, he said: “The most dramatic period was the first month where most of the weight comes off and you look at yourself and think ‘wow’. All I do is avoid just red meat – white meat is fine – and I eat loads of vegetables, salads and drink this great beer. If you’re on a diet you have to keep the food sensible, but it’s got to be interesting and tasty, then the diet’s surprisingly easy.”

Simon sparked concern from fans as he appeared on the first episode of Britain’s Got Talent in April. Viewers of the show were concerned the star was “seriously not a well man”. @traz_mac wrote: “Simon looks ill #britainsgottalent.” @colin84983253 commented: “Simon cowell with blood blistered fingers there this fell a seriously not a well man.”

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