There are people out the who will do anything. Having been really fat– and working my way down to just kinda fat– this woman is pretty much the embodiment of my arch-nemesis. Whereas I got to XXXL and realized that custom clothes are expensive, this woman is in XXXXXL… and gaining. Worse yet is her baby-daddy egging her on: “You look at her curves and see her full belly and generous hips, it’s very sexy.”
To who? Heck, at my high point, I wasn’t sexy to myself. I can only imagine what a half ton of… errgh… uggh… (shudder)… okay, I need brain bleach. Worse yet is something no commenter has picked up on. Read this sentence:
“I’m very healthy. I go to the doctor every three months,” she said.
How does a 600 pound woman who has problems standing up long enough to shower go to the doctor? Oh, wait, they call Fire/EMS, and the rescue squad helps them out! (Which, of course, ties up the team in the event of, you know, a serious call… but hey, she’s gotta get her book deal!) Meanwhile, she has Type II diabetes… and she’s still hoggin’ out.
(H/T Wyatt Earp)
