Have come to realize that I've entered the 5 stage of Being Fat.
Denial: Am not fat. Am big boned. Also, jeans have shrunk in the wash. Am not going to have to buy new clothes and/or wear fat jeans. Just need to add hour into daily schedule to properly "stretch" jeans prior to wearing them out in public.
Anger: How dare doctor say I need to lose weight! Maybe if weren't in LA where everyone is supposed to be a stick-insect, would not be considered obese. Doctor needs to take a look in the mirror!
Bargaining: Ok, let's be reasonable here. If I do a few lunges, maybe a couple crunches here and there, and promise not to eat ice cream sandwiches anymore, I should still be able to eat nutella with pretzels as dinner one night a week. That's fair, right?
Depression: Ugh. No one will ever love me. Might as well embrace it and dive into Party-sized Pretzel M&M bag.
Acceptance: Whoever said 'nothing tastes as good as being thin feels' must be allergic to chocolate. Chocolate will never let me down. Bring on the fat jeans.