For years I’ve champions a more triumphant form of obesity than most.  Leveraging my heft and carriage for good rather that evil.  Today, though I reached a barrier that the fat/muscle scale shifted too far towards the latter.  I had a rash because of soap that got caught in my dunlop.  I’ve become a bad example for impressionable fat people.  For the future of America’s fat youth, I must retain my mantle as being gloriously fat rather than slovenly fat.  Once I finish my chocolate chicken pot pie.