fattykiller chronicles 2.5 : Minor update, Fattie's sanity is concerning, his new bike and I have questions for you swole lords out there. So I have come super close to having amazing fat quotes for you guys, but sadly it always adds a followup that ruins them.  We were discussing his goals and plans since I honestly have no real clue how a 6'4 male that focuses on weights is supposed to work out and eat. If he wanted yoga, trail runs, and stationary biking than I am your gal. The first bit that popped up is him saying to get back in proper shape and form will take him a good year and a half to two years of being super strict. Now if he was starting at 287 lbs to me it should take a third of that to get his weight down properly, but all i got when I said that was a look like i was the moron and him rambling for five minutes that losing weight is the easy part, but to even begin approaching his former stats was going to take a good couple years. His goal is apparently to drop down to around 225-220 at the absolute lightest and slowly build himself back up to at least 235 over the next year once he hits that weight. He's also being... Defiant? towards the father in a way. So fatty's birthday is coming up sometime past the halfway mark in our experiment, and as he was cutting up the meat for portions yesterday while his father got updates from him and me to confirm, he made a comment about for his birthday he wants to be able to properly marinade one of the steaks. His father starts on how apparently he doesn't appreciate the black pepper he is already allowed to use on the steaks and maybe he should lose that for a while to make him more appreciative. Fatty's response was to pick up the steak he had cut for his dinner portion that night, and eat it raw while making comments such as "oh you're right, silly me, fire is also a luxury right?" end result is fatty can now marinade a steak for his birthday but he has to make the marinade himself. I'm not sure if fatty is going insane or straight up doesn't give a fuck. I asked him if he was worried about getting sick, and got another one of those you're a moron looks. Apparently there's nothing to be concerned about in grass feed beef from a cow killed that morning. In addition, fatty decided to move his bed into one of the spare rooms yesterday for the duration of june-august and sleep on the floor for now. It was too soft for what he needed to do. His father is still on a stay the course and observe for the tiniest of fuckups and report back to him. And fatty is trying to obtain some type of cage because he doesn't trust me to spot him when the weights get higher. So I'm basically just on this truly bizarre trip for the next few months it seems. I need advice from you lot, how much of the comments fatty is making are just complete lies and how much are true, because I honestly am out of my depth. Oh final comment he made. When I bought up weights twice a day he simply stated the weights he's doing currently aren't heavy enough to require a seperate rest day, and he split lower and upper body between morning and night workouts.