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If you're not brightening your teeth or covering yourself in lotions ...

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McTruth or consequences: The fattening lies we tell ourselves

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We typically know when something is bad for us — whether it’s eating an entire pint of ice cream in one sad sitting or loaning money to a relative who has never, in the history of the U.S. Mint, repaid a single cent he’s borrowed.

We know, yet we do these things anyway; then we have the audacity to be shocked and dismayed by the consequences.

What to do do about 'Here Comes Honey Boo Boo'?

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Despite its ursine-sounding title and circus-like characters, TLC’s latest gem, “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo,” is not, sad to report, a show about a plucky bear trying to make it big in the wilderness.

It is, however, about a bunch of untamed animals — or so it would seem to those of us who were raised to cover our mouths when we sneeze and not eat something called a “Cheez Ball” for breakfast or off the ground.

Lose weight the natural way ... while in a coma

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Chubby Americans will try just about anything to lose weight. And I mean anything.

No really. It’s very scary.

I recently completed the Prison Plan Diet, which I invented on my own and had hoped to make millions off of until I discovered a flaw during R&D.

Poor, old fat Betty Draper deserves more ice cream

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In 2000, Gisele Bundchen’s body prompted nearly 36,000 Brazilian women to get breast enhancement surgeries.

Allegedly.

I didn’t check that fact, but it sounds like something we humans would do — that is, see something a beautiful person has and then torture ourselves with the inequity of it all.

A battle-ax goes to Hawaii ...

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The Olowalu Petroglyphs are tucked in a valley in the West Maui mountains. To get there, you take the Honoapiilani Highway to mile marker 15, where you turn right at the water tower (or at the grumpy-looking man who stares at you like he knows you’re about to die) onto an unmarked dirt road with chickens on it. Then you drive about half a mile or so on what seems like private property until you reach the most boring thing you will ever see in your entire God-given life.

Oh, if only the tour book companies would hire me. I not only would tell the truth about vacation destinations, I would also include little icons of witch hats to indicate where you and your spouse are most likely to argue. Maui Sugar Museum? The parking lot gets one witch hat. Waterfront dining in Lahaina? Well, look at that — no witch hats! Olowalu Petroglyphs in the West Maui mountains? So many witch hats.

Who needs willpower when there's celebrity divorce?

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For the first time in my life — since the Coreys were in office, anyway — I have entered the new year without making a single resolution.

No weird beet juice diets. No hopeful Martha Stewart chore checklists. No complicated charts mapping out my attempts at friendliness, increased water intake or timed expressions of love.

No, this year I am simply going to be unfettered and see what happens.

Happy Fatsgiving, everyone!

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Not everyone has weight to lose.

I get it.

Despite living in one of the fattest states in perhaps the fattest country in the world, I seem to know very few chubby people. In fact, I’m pretty sure all the women I’m friends with spend their non-air-eating time drawing flirtatious winky faces in the Size 0’s of their clothing tags. Not that I’ve seen anyone do this — I just know it’s what I’d do if I were them ... and I wouldn’t stop there either. I’d resew those tags onto the outside of my clothing and I’d add little dialogue bubbles above the zeroes with snippets from my Thin Person Acceptance speech: “First, I’d like to thank starvation ... oh, and the makers of speed. And thank you, envelope glue for believing in me. I never knew how good you could taste for brunch.”

8 ways to get back at Kim Kardashian

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Well, congratulations, society. You payed at least $18 million to watch a pretty woman with a stunning lack of talent get married for 72 days.

I say "you" because, shockingly, I only watched "Kim's Fairytale Wedding" yesterday, and I had to shut it off halfway through because I was two seconds away from charging a private plane to a stranger’s credit card so I could fly to Calabasas and set fire to those hideous Judith Leiber clutches Kim designed for her bridesmaids. I changed my mind only because I didn't want to deny Kris Humphries' poor, chubby sisters the opportunity to sell theirs on eBay, which I assume they're doing right this minute (Anyone in the market for a sparkly old lady purse with a bunch of K's on it? Now's your chance).

The pumpkin patch is taking sexy back

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Every Halloween I can count on a couple of things happening: One, I will eat Kit Kats for breakfast, hide the wrappers in my purse and hope my husband doesn’t wonder why the candy bag is light and his wife is heavy.

And two, there will be approximately 45 million new and randomly eroticized costumes — such as “sexy” Osama bin Laden (no, really), “sexy” Chucky doll (why not?) and “sexy” poison ivy, which, by the way, I recently had on my arms and I can assure you, it was about as sexy as the final stages of Tom Hanks in “Philadelphia.” (Oopsy. I’m just now realizing Poison Ivy was a legitimately sexy character from “Batman” and not the rash. The things you learn when you’re making inappropriate AIDS jokes. Still, I’m talking angry, red, blistery lesions on my arms that itched and lingered for days. What do you have to say about that, Uma Thurman?).

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