PPP hangs on like a fat tick on an anemic dog when he should let go. How desperate is he because he's afraid of "being cold?" At this rate, he could live off his own body fat for at least a few months. For as much as he preaches when it lets him look superior to others, PPP should remember that he needs to give up worldly things if he wants to walk (or shuffle like a slug) alongside God. That includes about 5000 or the 6500-7000 calories a day he's currently stuffing into his maw.
I don't know if his church taught the seven capital virtues, but they're each an antidote to the seven deadly sins. I recommend them to anyone of a religious bent--or even if you're not religious--struggling with their personal lives. There's even an "eighth deadly sin" that is oft-forgotten--despair, which is cured by hope. Anyway, there's a lot of good stuff there to help anyone who needs it, not just these guys.
Anyway, PPP looks like he's eating his despair, and Warski needs to learn (yet again) that it's not 2018 and will never be 2018 again. He's never getting that lightning in a bottle back, especially because he repeatedly falls back on the same habits, much like every other failed IBS host. Being a retarded phoenix is not a compliment to your resiliency, Andy. It's a reminder of your willful avoidance of meaningful change until you self-immolate over and over again. You rise, the same as you were when you started, only to make the same mistakes until you catch fire once more.