I've seen a few of the fats over the years lose weight for the prizes. Some of them actually kept it off. Some here got lap band but then regained it over the years. There are about 700 employees in this building so you get a great sampling of real-world demographics; thin, fat, swole, hot, ugly, average, retard, genius, you name it. The only people who have ever won have been average or small fat people with dad bods, former college athletes that have fallen off the bus over the years, never an obeast, they all show up for the 'free lunch' portion of the competition, obviously, but I doubt any of them take it really seriously.  There used to be a deathfat that worked in the stockroom. I'm not joking, the guy was monstrous, the largest beast I've ever seen. He was about 6'6", near or around 500lbs. He would clear bathrooms out, not because of his shit, but because of the smell of his ass every time he would drop trou. You know that sickly smell, kinda soury-shit, like an armpit that hasn't been washed in weeks was then rubbed with a soft turd, wrapped in plastic wrap then left in the sun until it caked? The smell would linger, too, for about two hours after he would leave the bathroom. He's the sole reason I started exclusively using the second and third-floor bathrooms, there was no way he was going to climb the stairs or take the twenty extra steps to the elevator so those bathrooms were safe. Pretty sure his boss was a shitlord, too: the stockroom is two levels with a narrow staircase being the only way up. I'm not sure what his job was exactly in that department but it required him to climb the stairs a few times daily. Chances are if you went out on the production floor he would be on the stairs. This was because it took him, literally, 10 minutes to traverse ~15 steps. No joke. I watched him a few times, gawking, unbelieving. He'll take one step, sideways because his gunt prevented him from lifting his leg in front of him, and then rest for about 45-60 seconds, take another step, repeat. He is gone now. I don't know if he was fired or finally died, either way I don't care. Despite working on the first floor myself, I still use the second floor bathroom because there is no way in hell I'm going to chance sitting on the same toilet he has; that room is forever tainted with his sickly stench.