Originally Posted by Fat Bastard

Of course I'm not happy. Look at me, I'm a big fat slob. I've got bigger titties than you do! I've got more fookin' chins than a Chinese phone book. I've got more crack cheese than a fookin' dairy. I've nae seen ma willie in two years. That's enough time to declare it legally dead!

I can't stop eating. I eat because I'm unhappy and I'm unhappy because I eat. I'm caught in a cycle and there's no escape!

Listen, I've run the gamut of self-help books. "Food isn't love", right, but how do you get it from the page to the fookin' fork? I'm so weak, I hate myself. I'm for shite.

I appreciate you trying to reach me, no one can do it for me, I know this now.

There's a hole in my soul that food won't fill. This is the beginning of a new me. I'm gonna go to the gym everyday. If you'll excuse me, there's someone I have to get in touch with and forgive...myself.