Just don't let the food kill you too. The other day, I was out-and-about, needed some food.  Stopped into A&W because I used to love chili cheese dogs as a kid. The line was a bit slow, but I didn't mind because queues happen.  Then I noticed the woman behind the counter.  She was 5'2" and easily 400 pounds.  She looked like an over-inflated balloon that would burst at any moment.  It was kind of terrifying.  I realized that she got that way from years of eating the food of the place that she worked at.  It reminded me of the town drunk that owned the liquor store in town.    I couldn't do it.  Nostalgic cravings for foods of my youth be damned.  I had to walk out.