Fats sabotage each other constantly. I work in an office of around 15. There are more fats than humans. I've grown used to it. Between all the "office parties" and catered lunches, I witness plenty of behavior that reminds me to keep myself in check -- as if I needed the reminder.  There's one fat, let's call her Hammy. We have an office gym that we're all allowed to work out in. I see the normal people using it sometimes, but of all the fats who work there, Hammy is the only one I see there with any regularity. She's a weight lifter type and does some basic cardio on the elliptical. I saw her giving tips to one of the normal girls and I asked Normal Girl about if she should take advice from someone like that, and Normal Girl just said "Hammy used to be a competitive lifter. She got plowed by a drunk driver and blah blah blah." Excuses. Hammy is the only one of the fats who seems to even try, but she's still maybe 5'1 and obese. I'd put her at a size 16 easily. Huge for her size.  Hammy came into the office last week with an idea. She rounded people up that she knew and asked if they wanted to join her on some book thing. It was to go around looking at the Little Free Libraries and donating books. I have to say I was intrigued--something other than food? She said she was moving and wanted to clear out old books. The other fats were into it until one thing happened. They asked how they were going to all pile into one car. Hammy looked confused and said "I figured we'd just walk to like 10-15 of them." Everyone freaked. Out. "That's so much walking!" "How are you going to do that carrying books?" "I can't do that in one day!" Hammy tried to explain that it wasn't that much, maybe 10 miles of walking, it's nice and it's fall, they could bring Starbucks (of course...) blah blah. But she knew she was losing them. She looked at me, but there was no way I was spending my afternoon with a fatass by choice. I passed and she nodded and defeated, she mumbled "Nevermind then, guys," and went back to her office.  The other fats were still talking about how "crazy" it was to walk 10 miles in one day, especially carrying books. They talked about how they would have to drive, and they'd "definitely" have to stop for lunch. Which quickly became talking about all the "cool" restaurants they could eat at. Which turned into more food talk. I was disgusted and put my headphones on and went back to work. I was curious if Hammy would actually go through with it. This week when she came in on Monday, one of the other fats asked what she did. She said she did the book thing and got rid of a ton of books. They were all "oooh"ing and "ahhhh"ing over it and they kept saying how she was a machine, a monster, because she walked probably less than 10 miles.  This isn't the first time this has happened, either. The other fats try their hardest to sabotage Hammy. Anytime there's cake or cookies or snacks around, they'll load up their plates. Hammy is the only one of the fats who exercises any restraint. I've even seen her risk starvation mode kicking in and decline them altogether. Her Starbucks order when the (fat) office aide goes on a run is always an Americano. If you're going to put in even that small amount of effort, why not just do it all the way? Why go home and stuff your face?