Fat COWorker Spews Mad Truth Story time guys. I work in talent acquisition for a large health care company. This means office job, lots of fats waddling around. I am among the thinnest of the group, which isn't saying much, but I look like a piece of thread next to these yarn balls. Anyways, I share an office with one of these rollie pollies. We are similar in age, I'm 25 and she is 23, but that is about it. I am tall and thin, she is short and fat. She looks like one of those giant jaw breakers from Ed, Ed, and Eddy. I can give you more back story if you want but I am lazy. All you need to know is she is constantly comparing herself to me, trying to one up me, and trying to prove she is smarter than me. I have a very specific meal routine I follow at work so that I can eat more calories at dinner. I arrive at 8 AM, drink a cup of tea. 10 AM, low calorie yogurt. 12:30 PM either Sabre hummus/pretzel cup or tuna salad snack pack. 2 PM I have another cup of tea. At work I eat between 230 to 350 during the day... sometimes I throw in a mini snickers that one of the feeders has sitting on her desk. Then at dinner I go wild, or as wild as my stomach will allow. I do this every day. Rollie Pollie has a very different meal routine. McDonald's breakfast and large Starbucks something (I am pretty jelly of her Starbucks), something 'healthy' for lunch that is 5 portions too big and not healthy at all, and snacks... all the snacks... but "Snacks are ok if they are under 100 calories." So today I am sitting at my desk, eating my hummus (not my hand but a hand for scale). The aren't big but they are delicious and filling. My eating, or lack of (in her opinion), triggers her on the daily. She does not appreciate that I make her feel fat while she eats two whole turkey ranch wraps. So today she talks about how she wants to lose weight and get to the weight she was before her freshman 50 (yes, she said 50). "Superdedenne, how do you stay so tiny?" She asked, I could almost feel the venom in her words. It may have been saliva. "Count calories." I reply not really wanting to get into it with her. But if I was smart, i would have changed the subject. "So... isn't that like, an eating disorder?" she says more as a statement."Like, not that you are sick, but obsessing over what you eat all the time. That is a eating disorder." She looks at me as if she has told me some golden truth and was in awe of herself. This was actually upsetting because I have struggled with an eating disorder for years. I won't bore you with the pathetic details but while I have 'recovered', I do still have a iffy relationship with food and go to either extreme. I am still struggling with finding a middle ground and am pretty sensitive when people point out my eating habits. But I can't let her sniff my slightly hurt fee fees with that truffle seeking nose. Don't need to give her any ammo. "I don't obsess." I say in my best attempt to sound unfazed "I just don't eat a lot during the day so if I want to grab a burger or a piece of pizza for dinner I am not over eating. I eat... just... less... " I trailed off as I watched her shove literally half of her ranch soaked turkey wrap in her mouth. It made me want to gag. "I don't know why you don't look like me then, I eat way healthier than you." she sassed, referring to things like her ranch soup with lettuce. I am not sure what she finds unhealthy about yogurt, hummus, and tuna but whateves. "I guess its genetics..." I said dismissively. I meant it to end the conversation... My sarcasm betrayed me. "I knew it! I bet your whole family is skinny (not true)." She beamed. "You know, it doesn't matter how many calories you eat. Its all about the fats. As long as something is low fat, you can eat as much as you want. Your body stores the fat and doesn't use it. You could eat 500 calories a day but still gain weight if it is high in fat." She was almost glowing with this truth she was dropping on me."I jut don't get how you eat a pizza for dinner and stay thin, I eat a pizza for dinner and stay fat." "I eat a piece of pizza." I say and hold up one finger. "One piece." "That's a snack." she sneers. "Its dinner." I say trying to hide my disgust. She finished her second wrap, hands soiled with ranch and licks them clean. "I don't think I could eat more than three pieces without exploding..." I said mindlessly. I am met with a glare. I clearly offended her. In an attempt to bond with me she changes the subject to make-up which was uncomfortable because she thinks she is amazing at it but looks like a clown. The end.