Why are the hams always the ones to shout 'eating disorder!'? A few days ago, one of those seismic catastrophes made an attempt to engage me in conversation during a break.  The cheddar warrior noticed I wasn't eating anything, and asked me why.  "Friend of mine is doing a big beer tasting tomorrow, so I'm going well under my TDEE today, 'cause I know I'll be going well over it tomorrow", I replied. After explaining what TDEE is, and that, yes, beer has calories too, the deer-in-the-headlights (or fatty-at-an-empty-buffet) look seemed to go away.  Or so I thought, until he oinked out "that sounds an awful lot like an eating disorder!"  I asked how he thought this sounded like an eating disorder, since my average calories in over the two days are exactly what I need, and that I'm still hitting my macros and micros. After explaining what macros and micros are, and that yes, your calories don't magically reset every 24 hours, the deer-in-the-headlights (or ham-in-the-produce-aisle) look seemed to go away.  Or so I thought, until he wheezed out "What you're doing is dangerous!  You're going to regret it some day." Then he grabbed a slice of pizza, stood up, and adjusted his gunt. As he waddled away, I thought to myself "It smells much nicer in here now."