Remember the classic Simpsons episode where Homer gains a lot of weight so he can go on disability? That's how I feel right now. I'm about a biscuit away from wearing a muumuu and a "fat guy hat".
I have the opposite problem of Nicole Richie: She can't start eating, and I can't stop.
Last night I was thinking that I probably wouldn't like it if Nicole Richie put a picture of me on her blog and lectured me about losing weight (Not that she would bother; her bony ass has a social life). But really, that post was less a personal attack on her and more a condemnation of a culture that makes women think they should look like that. No guy looks at me and thinks "I need to be that fat."
I may go back to Weight Watchers, but I'm not going to blog about it. I think I jinxed myself the last time.