The only upside of having nausea to the point where I throw up twice and end up in the hospital is that now my jeans fit better.

Dorian is not really svelte but he's not exactly a butterball, and even if he were skinny as a rail he'd still be the biggest cat in the house because last i checked fat doesn't give cats a longer spine or legs.

It bothers me when people project weight issues onto their pets, especially when they think of cats as animals that have one natural size and thus associate their "weight" with fatness, like a cat that is 18 pounds is three times as fat as a cat that is 6 pounds when looking at them they have clearly very differently sized frames.

And while I still stand very firmly behind fat acceptance, it's come to my attention that my weight is in no way healthy for me and I desperately need to change this, though I will probably still be a fatass by media standards no matter how much weight I lose and they can suck my nonexistent penis anyway.

Greg and I have decided to make going to see the naked ladies (burlesque show) a New Years Eve tradition.

I am fat, deal with it.

Apparently Red Bull is trailing right behind P90X as a "weight loss product".

People who brag about their tiny pants size in front of people they KNOW have issues with weight loss should be shot.

We used to do our classes in an old church hall, but since this one's at an actual gym, I have this horrible image of it being in a proper mirrored dance-hall where I have to look at myself getting redder and more hideous as we go on.

It amuses me that my version of being "vain" just means I've started moisturising my face and flossing more regularly.