If there's any truth to the saying, "You are what you eat," then I'm in serious trouble! I need to stay out of the heat! I fear I'm made of chocolate! Lindt and Ghirardelli with a hint of Godiva--Oh, dear! This could be why I like to walk around in my house "au naturale:" It's the Godiva influence!
Of course, the weather has become more seasonable here lately, and there's been no evidence of melting; if anything, there's been an increase in mass, rather than a decrease!
There are only two other possibilities. I'm either composed of pizza (preferably pepperoni, mushroom, green pepper, and onion), or chicken--no preference there--baked, fried, broiled or roasted.
Any of the above could account for physical expansion...but I really can't imagine myself as a strictly salad person. I'm just not that crunchy! This is all just too much to ponder. I think I'll have a truffle!