Eating three large pizzas in one sitting is definitely what bothers me more. When is that good for you, necessary, okay, or even excusable? I doubt Michael Phelps pulled that shit at the height of his Olympic training.  I'd certainly prefer never having to see three large pizzas disappear into a fat's fathomless depths, but I wouldn't have any more respect for a fat who disappeared to its car to scarf down its beetus.