Your guide to gym fatties So, at risk of coming across as an arrogant know-it-all asshole, I want to preface this guide with a little background of myself. I've been training weights since the age of 14 for about a little less than a decade and half now.  Being a strength enthusiast, I'm primarily interested in the powerlifting and Olympic weightlifting movements.  Sometimes I dick around with bodybuilding exercises here and there, but the whole bodybuilding thing as a whole is not my cup of tea.  But then again, it's not uncommon to look great naked by lifting like a powerlifter or an Olympic weightlifter. Over the years, I've had the misfortune of encountering a bunch of dumbasses at the gym, who, intentionally or not, waste my time or piss me off with their acts of inanity or childish arrogance.  To assert the latter, coming from an arrogant asshole like myself, just really speaks volumes about the frequency of such occurances. Anyway, without further ado, here's my fucking guide to fatties at the gym. The timid, novice fatass who wants to lose weight and just stepped into the gym. If he is a well informed motherfucker, then he would embark on his journey with a sensible regimen, such as the Starting Strength 5x5, with emphasis on good form.  Chances are, he's not, and can most likely be seen dicking around with stupidass accessory exercises that provide minimal gains.  Minimal gains, which would most likely be negated by his craptastic diet and lack of quality sleep, due to his fondness of playing Call of Duty in the late hours. His exercise of choice is the squat rack barbell curls with the pussy pad attached (lolwut?), which can send sensible lifters into murderous rage due to the fact squat racks should be reserved for such compound movements as squatting, good mornings, rack pull, or overhead presses. When he's taking a breather after a set of 25 reps on the aforementioned squat rack curl, he will usually ogle at the yoga pants cladded cardio bunnies on the treadmill or the stairs stepper machines, and briefly agonize over the fact that he is a 32 year old virgin who's never kissed a member of the opposite sex.   The intermediate fatass who's making slow, but consistent strides on his weight loss goals. He usually has 6 to 12 months of training under his belt.  Thumbs up to you, fatty, but you've got a long way to go, so don't start celebrating yet.  If you're the type of approval seeking idiot that posts "progress pictures" that show little to no visible changes on Reddit, Facebook, Instagram or whatever the fuck social media you frequent everyday, then let me tell you straight up: NO ONE FUCKING CARES, FATTY. The fatass gym rat that struts around thinking he's a badass because he's big and bulky, and thinks he can throw around heavy weights. Ironically, his form is laughable at best and most likely can't squat 315 below or at parallel to save his life, let alone deadlift at least 315, which is the minimum strength threshold for any adult male weighing over 200 pounds.   His attire of choice are wife beaters or sleeveless shirts, which accentuates the flabby adipose tissues engulfing the thin muscles on his arms and pecs. To the novice lifters or the untrained eyes, he can be seen as deceptively strong.  No, he's a goddamn weak pussy and needs to wear some deodorant.  How does it feel to know that there are women out there who can pull 315, and yet are a third of your size? The elite or advanced powerlifting/weightlifting/strongman fats. These are the dudes that compete in professional events like the Met-RX Strongman, USPF events, or the Olympics.  I don't fuck with these dudes, primarily because I train with them.  They are strong as fuck and clearly know what the hell they're doing.  Some of them are actually humble as fuck and soft-spoken, which is kind of uncharacteristic of fatties.  I don't necessarily agree with their diet habits, but I still wouldn't fuck with these guys.