Sizing Up The Neighbours

Oh, all right, I'm not really sizing them up. Noticing them, though. Hard not to. There's a lot of them, each and every one. They've been guzzling and gluttonizing beyond belief. Hell, they must be, because, as I mentioned there is just so much of the. Mind-boggling, really. They jiggle, like Jell-o. They take up a whole lotta room. And they're suffering exponentially in the heat of this summer, our dog days of summer when the sun really beats down on that largest organ of the human body.

Why, I ask myself, do people do this to themselves? Let's face it, they don't look at all attractive, heaving all that bulk around. All the more so as they don't quite seem to notice it themselves. If they did, if they did realize that what they see staring back at them in the mirror is that slender bod grown to blimp size, they surely they would take more care with the manner in which they choose to cover all that blubber. You'd think.

Isn't there a surfeit point? Isn't it relatively stable for most people? Don't we know when we've had enough sustenance for the nonce? Cannot we recognize those feelings of sateity