Second breakfast at 17 is a thing, right? Short and sweet: family came into town. This includes my younger half sister. She is north of 300lbs at about 5'7" or so. And I mean north of it by about 50lbs probably.  Anyways.  My hamily wants a diner breakfast & it's about 9:00. Fair enough.  We order; my sister is going on about how upset her stomach is and how she shouldn't, "get anything or something super small." .... Then she asked if they had a small order of pancakes. The waitress said 2 or 3 or (other amount, I don't know what it was). "Three please! And a refill of my Dr. Pepper, too! I need it or I can't eat the pancakes!!!" She's super loud, shocking I know. And I just stared as she leaned over and told me, "I shouldn't have had pizza for breakfast huh?" The fucking what?! Pizza and three pancakes with at least two restaurant sized sodas by 9:30 in the morning.   And of course it's her PCOS causing weight gain.