A Fat's Intricate Plan to Sabotage my Gains? So last year I got out of the video game industry and moved back into animation. Its a bit shit, but mostly pretty challenging and good work. People here are either stupid shits, or brilliant, A+ humans. There is no inbetween. So in the studio I work at, I've never in my life seen so many fats clustered together. For every human there are about 4 fats. Its a terrible ratio. Our low-skilled workers like production assistants and receptionists are all complete blimps. Our 2nd in command in IT is a fat with no idea what she(?) is doing and only got the job because it was coached by an even larger fat who is the head of IT. I've never worked somewhere with so many network issues in my entire life, but the incompetence of those two is a whole other post I honestly probably won't bother to write. So one of the production assistants came up to me asking about losing weight and lifting and all that fun stuff. I'm pretty buff for a lady (PIC REMOVED FOR NOW) and genuinely love that shit so of course I agree to help. Our first conversation is all her going on about pcos (fuck off) and how she wants to lose those back tits and generally just grubbing for compliments. Whatever. She cancels on our first session. I expected as much. What I didn't expect is her persisting so we go to the gym the next week.  Now I try not to judge at the gym, but I've never in my life met someone so physically weak and with such little body awareness. Even when I was a small blimp in high school I've always had some strength to work with. We were there for 1hr 30min and did 3--YES THREE--exercises and only 2 sets. Squats with a 20lbs preloaded bar, landmine rows with just the Oly bar, and Arnold presses with a pair of 5lbs dumbbells. That last one took her upwards of 10mins to even understand how to do somehow even with me mirroring the movement for her. Christ. So we agree to go again and of course she cancels. Living up to expectations. Meanwhile, she complains that she's so fat and needs to fix her gunt while ordering fish and chips after I point out that body comp is like 80% diet. The 4th week of this tomfoolery, she asks about going and I agree because literally fucking whatever at this point. She smirks and says something like, "Wow awesome!! As long as you don't mind not working out teehee" I just shrug and say I go in the morning and the look on her face you'd have thought I hoofed her in the bits. I didn't stick around and hustled off to a meeting. She hasn't brought up exercising together once since. So the fuck is that about? Some bizarre fatasses attempt to screw up my progress by having me waste prime afternoon workout time? Some abstract, overly-complex crabs-in-a-bucket fat shit? Did it just give up entirely like they always do? Am I just overthinking this? Help a bitch out, shitlords.