This is my roommate. He has bought pre-made meals, yet somehow there are 20 in the fridge slowly rotting and the last two days he ordered delivery - his staple.  He loves to talk-up when he goes to the gym, but it is always shallow. In the new year he wanted to get back on the horse and go 3-5/week and I wondered when he would give that up. It has taken 2-3 weeks for him to never go. I've detested fat people before, but watching this privileged, arrogant, deluded send of reality is unfathomable. I do not understand the mental gymnastics he must feed himself to feel adequate; which clearly permeates his entire life. Fat people don't give a shit and have no sense of scale in regards to effort.