Therapy Fatty Ruining my Zen I want to take a pic so badly, but I don't want to get kicked out of therapy.  This deathfat beast comes flouncing and waddling in, huffing and puffing and loudly announcing that she's here. Then announces she needs to use the bathroom.  At this point my chill is gone. I'm starting to get pissed because I was super good the last two days about not purging and not restricting. She comes back in and starts fucking talking to herself. Like she's playing on her phone and giving verbal commentary. Also, every step she waddles, she moans. Just so everyone in the lobby will be aware that every step is a challenge (what the fuck).  So yeah. A fat has ruined my zen for the rest of the afternoon. Trying very hard to not let it ruin my progress this week, but my soup just feels like fat.