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"When you wish to laugh, you shall find me fat and sleek, with well-tended hide, a hog of Epicurus herd."

Overweight
Overweight
Being overweight is having more body fat than is considered healthy. The World Health Organization (WHO) classifies people as overweight when their body mass index (BMI)—a person's weight divided by the square of the person's height—is between 25–30 kg/m2; BMIs above 30 kg/m2 are defined as obese. Being overweight is especially common where food supplies are plentiful and lifestyles are sedentary.
"When you wish to laugh, you shall find me fat and sleek, with well-tended hide, a hog of Epicurus herd."
"It is very injurious to health to take in more food than the constitution will bear, when, at the same time one uses no exercise to carry off this excess."
"Persons of a gross relaxed habit of body, the flabby, and red-haired, ought always to use a drying diet. Such as are fat, and desire to be lean, should use exercise fasting; should drink small liquors a little warm; should eat only once a day, and no more than will just satisfy their hunger."
"Enclosing every thin man, theres a fat man demanding elbow-room."
"All my life, Ive been an obese man trapped inside a fat mans body."
"There is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an old fat man; a tun of man is thy companion."
"Im fat, but Im thin inside. Has it ever struck you that there is a thin man inside every fat man, just as they say theres a statue inside every block of stone?"
"Con: Youre endangering your health. Pro: Im drought and famine resistant."
"You think, because youre old and obese, To find in the furry civic robe ease?"
"Dromio of Syracuse: ... I have but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage. Antipholus of Syracuse: How dost thou mean a “fat marriage”? Dromio of Syracuse: Marry, sir, she’s the kitchen wench, and all grease, and I know not what use to put her to but to make a lamp of her and run from her by her own light. I warrant her rags and the tallow in them will burn a Poland winter. If she lives till doomsday, she’ll burn a week longer than the whole world. Antipholus of Syracuse: What complexion is she of? Dromio of Syracuse: Swart like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept. For why? she sweats, a man may go overshoes in the grime of it. Antipholus of Syracuse: That’s a fault that water will mend. Dromio of Syracuse: No, sir, ’tis in grain; Noah’s flood could not do it. Antipholus of Syracuse: What’s her name? Dromio of Syracuse: Nell, sir; but her name and three quarters, that’s an ell and three quarters, will not measure her from hip to hip. Antipholus of Syracuse: Then she bears some breadth? Dromio of Syracuse: No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip. She is spherical, like a globe. I could find out countries in her."