Tales from the Gym: I Feel Accomplished. Mostly due to fairly serious depression and anxiety, I've never been one to work out very much until the last couple months.  I, however, have always biked and walked to work, so I'm in relatively decent shape, though I'm by no means anything like a weightlifter or bodybuilder. Today in particular I had confirmation that my efforts are paying off, as I successfully lifted at least three times the weight of a hambeast who was trying to work out on the ab machines next to me and not only did she/he/it lift significantly less than I did, she/he/it was also likely at least twice my weight. When my 5'8, 160 ass can out-lift you, there's some kind of problem there, especially when you factor in that due to nerve damage my left arm is significantly weaker and smaller than my right, which both motivates me further to try to strengthen it and pisses me off that it won't behave the way I want it to. tldr fats can't even outlift little guys. Although they can probably try to out-eat me or horrifyingly even try to eat me.