Starvation mode or How my hate of hams just got even stronger Two weeks ago, I got a PM. It was from K, a 23/F I'd met on an internet forum about 3 years ago but hadn't really been in contact with, so it was a surprise for me.  Anyway, it turned out that K had worked for a certain company during the summer and on her paycheck was a panic disorder. Those of you who know a bit about it probably know what happened next: She was sick almost every day and could barely eat. So she lost weight. A lot of weight. I don't know where she started, but she ended up at 43 kg (~95 lbs). She's 165 cm (5 ft 5.5 in) tall, that's a BMI of 15.79! So yeah, CICO apparently does work rather well even when you wish it didn't. Fast forward to now, she's been on medications, gained a bit of weight (5 kg/~11 lbs) and doing a lot better than before. And by "a lot" I mean really a LOT - like the BMI of Tess Dumpster. Not 100% fine, though. She says that she still has shitty mornings and often feels weak and cold and having to force herself to eat. Could it somehow be a result of an insufficient energy intake (like 1500 kcal a day or even less on some days, NOT lying), like an actual "starvation mode"? I, of course, mean a slowed-down metabolism by a couple hundred kcal a day from constant undereating and not much physical activity, nothing that would break CICO. OT: If any of you have any experience with treating a panic disorder effectively, I'd appreciate some tips in a PM, I'll forward them to her. On the other hand, I rode a Pendolino again and, not surprisingly, met yet another deathfat. Actually, this wasn't the first time I'd seen this one but it was the first time it sat this close to me. And holy shit, I could smell from across the aisle! What made me even more outraged was that this happened while I was on m phone chatting to K.  I'm also going to meet the obese part of my family soon. One of  them, J,  is a huge fe-whale (bigger than the male in the photo above). It's a typical hamplanet, eating like a pig and not moving unless absolutely necessary. It's also fucking (well not-fucking) ugly and has the "fat voice" (you know what I mean). Seriously, I can't stand even being in the same room as this obeast.  The last time I saw J, its husband wanted to buy it a car (no surprise here) and their choice happens to be a 1st generation Toyota Yaris, almost the same as mine. I thought I'd let it sit in mine, just to see whether it can even fit or not. The car was empty so I wasn't really afraid of overloading it as long as nobody else was allowed to touch it. And HOLY SHIT. Not only could it barely fit with the seat in my preferred position even though it's like 15 cm (6") shorter than I, the springs compressed so much that it was slightly visible while looking at the front of the car. Fortunately, it didn't ask for a ride. Needless to say, J sure as fuck won't be getting even the lowest mileage I've ever achieved while alone, 5.1 L/100 km or 46 mpg.