Update: Dietician Visit And Hammy Excuses for Weight I wanted to make this update for everyone who gave me suggestions in my previous post.  A) I made a complaint about fatty nurse. Haven't seen her since that day. B) Saw the dietitian. She said there was no concern about an eating disorder, the doctor was just worried because my potassium and iron levels are really low and my surgery recovery is slow. So we went through options to get me more protein. (I have the vegetarian diet) Anyways, after the dietitian lady left, she left my curtain open. The monster ham across from me took that as an opportunity to chat it up. The conversation goes like this: Fatty: "If you need to eat more, you should get the special menu like I have! The regular food is pretty gross. But the menu you can order pizza and things." Me: "That's okay, I'm pretty happy with the menu I have now." Fatty: "I've never met anyone that needed to eat MORE. I thought every skinny person was supposed to be super healthy hurr hurr" Me: "Well being thin doesn't make you invincible. It just gives you a better chance at surviving. If I was severely overweight I probably would have died from all this by now. Don't you ever think about what would happen if one of your conditions required a major surgery? Your weight puts you at a huge risk of death." This is where the fatty went off on a HUGE rant about his fat and literally gave every excuse in the book as to why he is his weight. I'll try hard to list them all: -Was a truck driver so he couldn't get enough exercise at work and had to eat a lot of fast food on the road  -Got too fat and lost his job, became depressed and just sat around the house    -He's not "as fat" as some people you see on TV     -Lost a couple toes to diabetes, so can't stand or walk properly         -Has to be on a breathing machine constantly, so can't exercise              -Tried diets and none of them ever worked for him (Low carb diet, weight watchers, smoothie diet, etc.)            -Had something wrong with one of his glands when he was a teenager that went un-diagnosed            -Is afraid if he loses too much weight by himself the shock on his body will kill him (?I don't know the fucking logic behind that)              -Has been waiting for a long time to be able to go get bariatric surgery, but something keeps delaying it (I'm guessing his size and poor health) I can't even tell you how many times my eyes rolled back in my head. I've never sat and listened to a bunch of shit like that before. And I could barely hear half of it through his breathing mask. The nurse came in about the end of his "Poor me" rant to do blood work on him, and then he closed my curtain for me. The fat still kept talking to the old lady beside him though about his problems. She told him he needs to try harder and stop eating so much. I almost clapped. BONUS: Today they have started a calorie count for the hambeast over there. So everything he consumes is being counted. They even stopped his mom and asked her to report anything she brings into him. I'm gonna count too just for the hell of it. It is just past suppertime. This is what he has had so far: Breakfast: Three small breakfast sausages, Glass of orange juice, glass of milk, a plate of scrambled eggs with tons of ketchup, and three slices of toast with butter and peanut butter Morning snack: Half a sandwich (I don't know what was on it but it looked like tuna salad), a coke, and a few handful of all dressed chips Lunch: Two sausages with buns ketchup and relish, glass of chocolate milk, a little over half a plate of fries, and a slice of some kind of chocolate cake  Afternoon snack: Other half of tuna sandwich, half a ginger ale, two honey glazed donuts, one Boston cream donuts, and some kind of apple fritter looking thing. Supper: Three large pepperoni pizza slices, a decent sized pile of mashed potatoes with gravy and butter, apple juice, another meat looking thing like a roast beef or something, a pile of cooked vegetables (cauliflower, carrots, peas n stuff) with some creamy sauce, and two puddings for dessert. By the time night hits around he generally has another snack of a drink and a full peanut butter and jelly sandwich for his "sugar levels" which I can only imagine are sky high after what he freaking eats. And mind you his mom brings a good portion of this in. I just want to say thank you FPH. These posts I make and reading other peoples posts make my heart rate lower and I always feel so much better.