You’ve just gotta bear down and resist those hunger wolves when then start gathering and prowling around the perimeter of your regular meals or they’ll rush right in and seize control over your campsite and turn you into a fat, disgusting, slavering person before you even realize such a thing is happening. Obesity is not a gallant frontal attacker, not a rigid adherent to the Marquis of Queensbury rules governing civilized pugilism, not a paladin perched atop a glistening white steed. Rather, fatness sneaks up on you from behind and seeks to overpower you with passive measures and clever artifice as opposed to raw brute force. But don’t be seduced by this fact and, most importantly, never let your guard down for too long. No, not even for an instant! Don’t become complacent merely because your opponent isn’t frightfully aggressive and physically menacing. Know this, and in fact commit it to memory: Corpulence absolutely DOES NOT need to be those things in order to accomplish its sinister objective!
