Standing by the pastas in the supermarket today I became very self aware. I'm not a thin man, but I'm hardly gargantuan either. My waste is more rounded than perhaps I'd like, and yes my rear end can comfortably fill a Victorian armchair. Standing on the bathroom scales would suggest I'm obese, though it's marginal and I am working on it. The point is, no matter how much you shunt, push and grunt, that shopping trolley is not going to fit up my arse.
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