Oh yes, I can identify with that. I keep a little diary, in which I recall all the little incidents, which make me realize that I'm a fat man. I call it Fat and Happy Moments. These little events truly make me happy and I think that they are worth watching out for. They include things like the first time I couldn't do up a seat belt, the first time I popped a button, the evening that I crossed the 300-pound mark and many more. One incident, which I remember vividly, is the moment I noticed for the first time that, when I sit, my belly now rests on my lap. It didn't happen overnight. How could I not notice this change happening? Anyway, one evening I did notice. It just made me feel so fat and happy. I've always wanted to be a fat man.