So I've been trying to tell myself I'm not fat while at the same time telling everyone else in the world that I am.
I do this sometimes. I tend to make nervous jokes about things I'm only a little nervous about while keeping secret the things are really bothering me until a mental emetic (usually, but not always beer) causes my worries to burst forth from me covering the unfortunately bystander who probably thought they were out for a friendly pint and a chat about sports in a tide of emotional vomit. I do this all the time, except when I don't. My mental landscape can be treacherous.
Then I had a physical and found out I am now over one hundred pounds heavier than the day I graduated high school. It's not no hundred pounds of muscle neither. Clearly all the little things I've been trying to do to control my weight while telling myself my weight problem is manageable have failed. All of which is a long way of saying I've joined Weight Watchers. Wish me luck. I've got a long way to go.