Did anyone else see the show that featured the one-ton brother and sister? Together, they weighed just more than 1,100 pounds. Now that’s fat.

But I have questions about this. First of all, at what point do you just give up entirely? Is it when you can’t reach around your backside to take care of business after going to the bathroom — and you decide it’s really not that important anyway? Although I’m clearly no sylph, I wonder about how it is that you could become SO immobilized by your weight. All I can think is that these folks must have a pretty good support system. Because if you’re that fat, somebody’s got to bring you your chow and take care of you. If you can’t wipe your own ass, then that’s a problem, particularly if you just don’t care.

This comes to mind after going to a Chinese restaurant last night. Let’s say right now that all food that comes from that restaurant is off the plan. But who cares. Last night my partner said “let’s go” and I agreed because I didn’t care.

As we entered, an enormous woman and her colossal husband were just about to be seated. The woman was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and a skirt, with no jacket. Mind you, it was 45 degrees, but this gal was sweating. And she quite honestly had a serious case of body odor. (Disclaimer …. not all fat people smell, and not all fat people sweat, and not all fat people are unattractive — I know this. I’m one of them.)

I looked her over and wondered: When did she give up? Was it at 160 pounds? Was it when she had to get a handicapped license plate? Was it when her husband said “I love you, regardless of your size?”

I don’t know. But I do know, I’m not ready to give up. Even if I do cheat and don’t lose any weight, I still think it’s important to try.

I suppose I’m the eternal optimist. I can still visualize what it might feel like to get comfortable within my own skin.