Something that’s been left out of this discussion that needs to be addressed more specifically - family members are usually NOT good personal trainers.
When the three of them circled around Jazz to talk about his weight and starred at him like it was some sort of intervention, Jazz can’t possibly take it seriously because it’s coming from his
siblings. When Ari tells him to put the fork down, it’s not a nutritionist saying it, it’s his
sister. It has less to do with Jazz being a selfish brat and more to do with these three dumbass idiots acting like they know how to help him loss weight like a professional could.
Not only do they not know how to do it, but they are
terrible at it. The types of things they make Jazz do (Rollerblading, tennis, etc) are NOT common activities someone 200+ pounds is made to do when put on a exercise regime by a professional. Just falling over with that weight can be extremely dangerous.
So of course Jazz doesn’t take any of this seriously - how can he with
those three begin his professional trainers? I understand it may not be too different if Jazz DID have an actual expert to help him lose weight, but your trainers being your siblings who obviously hold resentment towards you? Not a good combination.
It easily puts them in a position to fuck with Jazz under the guise of “weight loss” whenever they want. You don’t think they’re not going to ever take advantage of it? You don’t think Jazz doesn’t see this?
Too many people seem to sympathize with Ari and how frustrating Jazz is being but when these three douchebags play volleyball talking about how fat Jazz is and how he needs to be apart of their “vision square” its cringe.
Imagine you’re on the couch eating Cheetos and watching TV while out of the blue all your siblings sit around you and say, “We need to talk - we noticed you’re fat. We made a plan for you. It’s called a Vision Square. We’ll be your personal trainers now. Here’s your schedule for next week.” Tell me what other face you’d make other than this
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No wonder this was the moment Jazz cracked and said he lived for others, never himself. Just let the damn man eat his freaking Cheetos in peace.