It’s been a couple of days since you’ve seen any of your pets.
The only thing you own that fits comfortably now is your trampoline.
You’ve worn your teeth down to such a degree that now they can only be described as “implied.”
You’re experiencing eater’s remorse over not taking the pies out of the pans before scarfing them down.
It’s official! As of this morning, you are now storing the leftovers for every refrigerator within walking distance in your very own stomach.
You have to use sign language when you want to communicate because your tongue collapsed from exhaustion.
You cried yourself to sleep last nite because you fear there may never again be room for Jello.
You have decided to replace the lion in your family crest with the more appropriate symbology of the fatest person on earth.
You can now go through the rest of your life secure in the knowledge that nothing is too big for you to swallow.
And the Number One sign you ate too much at Thanksgiving Dinner:
Instead of crying tears of joy, you are now crying gravy of joy.