So I Can Eat 4 Slices Of Pizza But Fat People Can’t?

Tonight I decided to randomly have pizza for a late dinner since I didn’t feel like cooking. I asked my brother if he was hungry and he said yes. So I ended up ordering a large pie with lots of meat toppings since I was craving protein. Earlier that afternoon I destroyed my legs doing deadlifts and squats, and I was feeling ravenously hungry for some perfectly seasoned animals.

Once it arrived Chris and I each had four slices of pizza. For some people four slices may seem excessive, but I can assure anyone that I can certainly scarf down a whole box of pizza like it’s nothing; in one fucking sitting too! I only asked my brother to join me because I didn’t care to consume so much dough at once. I had a protein-packed meal earlier and I absolutely hate eating leftover pizza.

While we both retreated to our bedrooms to eat I was reminded of the time when I was a teenager. One summer I worked as a counselor at a summer camp, and one of our larger-bodied coworkers was chastised for eating four slices of pizza, the same amount of food I could comfortably eat in peace without anyone batting an eye or telling me to have a salad instead.

It was a Friday afternoon when all of us decided to pool our monies together to order pizzas from the Pizza Hut nearby. Once they were delivered we all took paper plates and chose…