I am. Who's with me?
If you have any question about whether you're a big one, too, you can find out using a tape measure and other handy tools, according to this TODAY show story:
http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/20303592/?GT1=10340
Personally, I always go by the "can't fit nothin'" rule.
When I "can't fit nothin'" in my closet - meaning my "fat" shirts, pants, undies, bras, jackets, etc. - I think that's an indicator that I'm overweight.
(Or that I need to do more shopping, which anyone who knows me will tell you is NOT the case.)
Or maybe it could be that creaking I hear when I get into bed at night (basically the springs on my bed screaming, "Oh no, the fat one is back!!!")
It could be the way that I practically have to butter myself to get through tight spaces like my pantry, when I'm trying to put away the food, blankets and other items that go in this little closet.
Matter of fact, I think it's the smallest closet I've ever seen. Obviously, my home was not built by a fat person.
I try to avoid cleaning the pantry at all costs, because being covered in butter sucks.


Sure, it sucks, unless you are some greasy popcorn, an ear of corn on the cob, a big honkin' thick belgian waffle...