Believe it or not, I fixed a fat!!! Being completely honest, he fixed himself. Maximum weight 320 pounds. 270 lbs when I met it and he's 180 lbs now. (He just informed me he weighs 175 today.) This was a coworker who I found had a decent mind, great wit, and actually good work ethic, so I set to work dropping my subtle stories about health and nutrition. And yes, I brought up CICO as a philosophy, though I don't personally follow it (personally don't need to). I talked about FPH and how fun it is to be a shitlord... And I started inviting him on all my hikes. There have so far been two coworkers (majority hork-beasts) who have come to him desperately taking notes on what exactly he did to lose weight. Like he is some alchemical fat wizard. We laugh our asses off about it. So what was his secret? He started a graduated diet program from our local clinic and stuck to it! Never ate anything extra, and lived a difficult 6 months eating 1000 calories a day. Occassionally it was obvious that he was atruggling to maintain his energy, but he slowly rolled in a work out regimine after work as well anyway. What is making me post this is the encounter I had going over to his place yesterday. He was chugging away on an elliptical machine he had found, told me I'd have to wait for him to finish up his time, but I was welcome to hang out. (I opted to do a bunch of pushups cause... Fuckin A man!... Working out us fun!) When he was done, he showed me the creatine he took right before working out, the pre-powder he added in, and then made a post-workout protein shake! The dude is killing it! Now, he's damn lucky to have a shitlord friend who will fuck his shit up if he ever gains weight... And he has jokingly complained about some of his excess skin. It's really not as bad as most fats. So, while it might be a rarity, you could help heal a fat fuck, and I gotta say, it feels good man.