There was me feeling I'd either lost weight or hit a plateau, and struggling with deciding on fattening up or joining the gym.
And theres this.
I'm definitely fat. The belly has sneaked out further than my boobs.
When you find his receipt from the supermarket and you see hes had 5 doughnuts and a scotch egg in secret between shopping and coming home, and you're a bit jealous but also pleased he's keeping his figure.