At least now I'm old enough to not have the doctors say I'm making it up to cover an "obvious" eating disorder and stick me in a mental hospital, s'all I can say. They haven't exactly won my trust back with the latest go-round, though.

(Yeah, I had to pin Lunatic's pants to his shirt in order to keep them on, because I had made them under the assumption that I could gain at least some of those 25 pounds back in 6 months. So far... about 5.)