Day 174 I'm Getting Fat

I feel fat. Like, obese-you-can-hear-my-belly-jiggle-if-I-power-walk-by-you fat. It's that gross, self-conscious kind of fat that makes you wanna hibernate until the end of next year's winter so that you can sufficiently lose enough fat cells to move through polite society without causing people to gravitate to the planetary mass that is your thighs.

In this sense, I'm glad I'm single. Because my legs are hairy, my pits looks like something out of fern gully and my belly's gross...and I really don't think even the prospect of sex (like really, really awesome sex even) could motivate me to change my mentality. 

...maybe. I think...