I am aware that I look fabulous. But you do me no favors by telling me so. See, every time someone says, "you've lost weight," I give myself permission that night to skip going to the gym and to have a dish of ice cream, maybe even to stop for a Sausage McGriddle on the way to work the next day. So, please, no more praise and adoration. Henceforth, I will simply interpret your silence as stupefied awe of me. Thank you