My beloved brought home a new bathroom scale, as our old one hadn't been working properly for some time.
In the kitchen with all my clothes on I weighed a cool 230. In the bathroom this morning in the absolute belly-sagging, gouge-your-eyes-out nude I still came in at 226.4. This is on a broad-shouldered 5'10" frame, but still... it's truly fifty pounds heavier than I could be, and still be healthy.
This event has made me feel anxious and unhappy.
Therefore I crave cheesecake.