I can’t imagine anything worse than being afraid to eat around your coworkers. All my coworkers do is talk about eating. We correspond between snacks, discuss weekend cooking plans with zeal, and rank candies with the utmost vigor.
 

Doesn't that just say everything about her? She's probably a porker — and activist to boot. She quickly outs how mind-numbingly retarded she is by not understanding what diet control and cheat days are.

This makes me sad! I am sad for these grown men who are afraid to indulge around their new teammate! As world-class athletes, I’m sure these dudes can enjoy a dessert or two without compromising on the field. That being said, Ronaldo’s intense stare would probably be enough to put me off my nightly bowl of Special K Chocolatey Delight. Hope it’s worth it, boys.
 

Sorry that you're a fat bitch with no discipline, no self-control, no self-worth, and who's so saturated in material consumerism that you chase stupid stereotypical trends of eating processed shit just to "fit-in."
This is probably why she's a miserable activist retard — she compromises. She gives in to temptation and has zero to no impulse control. She's never actually wanted to be the best at something; she simply strives for mediocrity and to fit in.
She's everything wrong with the lazy, complacent, "settle for your worst self," compromise your own values, pieces of crap, who are plaguing western society.