You know that thing where you weigh yourself, and it makes you so miserable that you just eat cake and other crap? Even though you know, because you aren't stupid, that, obviously, that is stupid. But you're too miserable about it to care, and anyway too knackered to contemplate Actual Cooking. And you can't bear to ride your bike because it is physically so completely fucking unpleasant because after 5 miles everything hurts like fuckity when you would need to lose damn near 40kg just in order to not be obese (having never ever been "normal" I don't even aspire to that, just overweight would do) and you discover that, once again, you can't actually go for a walk because you can't walk up the fecking hill any more?
Yeah.
That.
Nobody wins in that game of Top Trumps.