I don't know about you, but this is the type of fatness in which my soul delights. (Not that other fatness that resides in the "friendly five" pounds that pretends like it is easy to lose and then comes RIGHT BACK even though you are still trying to lose the unfriendly ten. I'm not bitter. That's a lie. Yes actually I am.)
I'm also bitter that Grace has learned how to open the fridge. I don't even want to look at the power bill when it gets here next month.