The last reason I drive Dangervan to take a walk is because of my current doughy stature or more to the point, growing up doughy. Great name, by the way, “Growing up Doughy”. I wish I had a use for it. Anyhow, when you grow up fat, you are constantly beset by people who “just love you and are worried about your health”. People you know, people you don’t, they are always coming up to you and telling you how you need to lose weight. How to live your life. According to their standards.
