Stop. Me.

sigh... I've done it. I've broken down and bought fat pants. Every woman in the world (and maybe a few men) can relate. It's when you finally realize that your need to get bigger pants because your fat ass won't squeeze into the old ones without excessive hopping, cursing, and laying on the bed followed by a feeling of pain all day as your insides try to shift into other parts of your body. Damn. I've got to quit eating. Now.