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And doing a real shitty job of it, too. JFC, look at these chunks. This looks like a toddler did it.
Amberlynn Reid - 600 pound pathological liar and U-Haul lesbian moving in with her next live-in maid/nurse/girlfriend.
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The bug now is on lipitor and insulin
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My mind is blown.
Guise. GUISE.
She put A L L of the hotsauce bottles in one container! Holy shit.
Nobody cares about a bug bite you obese simpleton. No-one needs an update and no-one cares if you're scared of it. She'd dramatise a broken nail if she could.
The face of a woman-child fearing the possibility of receiving a regular Pepsi. God forbid!
Ah, bad eyesight too? She's just full of ailments isn't she. Another pity point to add to the list. I guess she doesn't know the term ''optician''.
Could a yank tell me if you just get given plastic cutlery as the standard or do you have to ask for it? That has been knocked on the head here.
Oh shit, her eyes are so brown near the end of her video.
Hm, what a hideous dress. Maybe it'd be cute on a child but not a woman nearing middle age. Y'know, I'm assuming here but it wouldn't surprise me if her ''love'' of graphic novels is something she stole from Thumb out of spite.
You suck Fatty.
Guise. GUISE.
She put A L L of the hotsauce bottles in one container! Holy shit.
Nobody cares about a bug bite you obese simpleton. No-one needs an update and no-one cares if you're scared of it. She'd dramatise a broken nail if she could.
The face of a woman-child fearing the possibility of receiving a regular Pepsi. God forbid!
Ah, bad eyesight too? She's just full of ailments isn't she. Another pity point to add to the list. I guess she doesn't know the term ''optician''.
Could a yank tell me if you just get given plastic cutlery as the standard or do you have to ask for it? That has been knocked on the head here.
Oh shit, her eyes are so brown near the end of her video.
Hm, what a hideous dress. Maybe it'd be cute on a child but not a woman nearing middle age. Y'know, I'm assuming here but it wouldn't surprise me if her ''love'' of graphic novels is something she stole from Thumb out of spite.
You suck Fatty.
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Well with that bugbite in such a prominent location its only a matter of time before Hambers picking disorder causes her to dig a hole into her wrist and nick the veins. TBH I didnt even have this taking her out on my bingo card...
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In my experience when I receive picnicware...it's take a way from a sit-down restaurant or a fastfood place like KFC where you may have mashed potatoes or mac and cheese, and it's just included.
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Luckily for her there's about 2 inches of fat separating the skin from the veins, so it might take a while.
Lemon language
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So ready for the Kelly Ronahan skin picking amputation arc.
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I think the responder was just interested as here in Oz most cutlery is bamboo with paper straws as the norm. Some smaller places still use plastic, but that is supposedly being phased out too (along with single-use plastic bags).
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The out of state move was a collective delusion of dunces insisting she had moved to fucking Tennessee for some reason. They wove it out of whole cloth when Amber said some day she wants to move out of Kentucky, and Tennessee was what they came up with.
Because they're geniuses.
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I'm sure wasteful Hamber has a separate room filled with plastic crap of all kinds, "just in case".
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Did anyone ever figure out why ambers got that giant lopsided roll that she always picks at on her right side?
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Gravity is a harsh mistress when a 30+ deathfat.
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She has legitimate lipademia.
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It looks like she threw Peppa Pig through the slicer.
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RIP Hamber on Tellonym:
Waiting for her to ditch her IG next, turn up under another stupid username.
Speedrun through dumb today. I hope. It's a long video, no doubt pakced to the brim with stupid and lazy.
Weight: 484.6 - still 500 pounds
Goal for tomorrow: 484.2 - still 500 pounds
Calorie limit: 1700
Nothing changes in the amberverse.
She's all "I did that', because her goal was 485.6 and she took a giant dump to get to 486,6 instead. You're still 500 pounds. My money is on this fat fuck having a breakdown and zipping right back over 500.
Jade Francis of New York, currently suing APTDeco and big sued by another party for an auto accident of some sort, and residing in Lexington, KY, is pulling a Hamber and making stupid, intrusive noises. Fat Ham gives her the universal shut it gestore, pulling her balloon hand across approximately where the neck would be. The "gf" then makes an entirely different noise, a beeping noise like a truck backing up - maybe Hamber was walking backwards for some reason. Fat Ham says, "You're wquirting?" and then acts like she's fumbling for the camera. Yeah, we get it. Sixth grade teehee sexual innuendo is your thing because y'all have so much sexytime. I don't think it's possible to tell you just how stupid you look and sound with this shit.
First meal: "I'm thinking an aayyg, cheesy spam..." JFC can you not just eat regular fucking food that doesn't have a dump truck full of sodium? Just watching this bullshit makes me reach for water. She's hunting around in the fridge for the "leftover spam" and if there's one thing that's more gross than spam, it's fucking leftover spam. You know what I don't see in that fridge? Vegetables, There were also no vegetables in the grocery haul. How can that be? As we all know, she bitched about the WLS not telling her to have vegetables with her meals. Could it be that Fat Ham is a fat fuck who doesn't actually care about eating vegetables? Curious.
Hamber makes the "gf" chop up the spam, because it "creeps her out". O RLY?
All your "quirks" are perfiormative bullshit that's easily debunked, you dissembling cunt.
She assures us she will be having some of the precut fruit with it. You could at lest have bought some "spinnage" to throw in the eggs and with that bagged salad shit you got.
She finds the block 'spam and tells us she'll be having half of that, which is a serving and a half. You can't eat just A serving?
JFC. Oil. In the frying pan. For aaygs and SPAM. It's like she purposely does this shit. Jokes on you, bitch, you're the one who gets to eat oily ayygs. Yum.
Shows us the various cheeses in the fridge and oh my god I do not fucking care. Skip.
The "gf" is sharpening a chef's knife. Hamber says something stupid about doing it "her way" and then cackles as if she's hilarious, and let me tell you siomething, you unfunny attention whore, you are not funny. You are also not going to a stream of viewers or subscribers with your shitty trolling of Chantal. Those people hate you even more than haydur nation does. Even the casual people that hang out at Chantal's Crazy Place hate you.
The "gf" chops up the spam. The chefs at Le Cordon Bleu would fail you for that job.
She cooks the aayyg crap and it looks like something a dog shit out. Next.
Tells us she was editing and her wrist started to itch, so "I was, like, ok, let's itch that." GrammarLynn, always using proper grammar. Scratch that itch. Hard. Often. I'd like to see a cellulitis arc on your wrist. Of course she's blowing it way out of proportion, which, let's be real, is quite the job at a proportion of 500 pounds to a normal person. She has ang-Zie-tee about it, you guise! Whatever. "I don't see a spider, I don't see a mosquito..." Blah blah. You can't fucking see. You've needed glasses forever, but as usual, you just don't fucking go to the doctor.
She ruins every moment the animals appear with that stupid baby voice and that fucking screeching bullshit she uses with Twinkie. Dogs have sensitive ears. You're ACTIVELY hurting your dog's goddamned ears when you screech at her like that, "Furbaby"Lynn. Alas, I have to skip each intermezzo with the animals because Hamber ruins them.
Ordering the next meal. KFC. Famous bowl. Cookie. Diet Pepsi. Of course. Why both eat less and eat more healthily simultaneously, when you can keep damaging your overall health while eating fewer calories and not doing any exercising at all? She's hoping they get her order correct - because it's so complicated, you see - because she's so "scurred" they'll give her a regular instead of a diet soda. And now she's blathering on about playing mario kart, for no reason I can discern. She's 31 fucking years old. Imagine yourself at 30+ years old, thinking that one of the most important things in your life, and something you go out of your way to talk to people about, is that you usually play mario kart sitting on the edge of the bed because the couch is too far from the tv and your eyesight sucks (but you're not doing anything about it).
STOP SAYING RANDOM FACT. The things you are fucking saying are not random. They are known things in the amberverse.
Has to check her phone to see where UberEats is. Ooooo. One minute away! This is the actual thing she does when she says "one minute away".
WASH. YOUR. NASTY. FUCKING. HAIR. It's disgusting.
She is pretty sure we know what the KFC slop looks like. Yes, we just fucking saw it. But, she's going to show us again. Whatever would we do without Hamber to show us - over and over and over again.
More animal shots. She ruins it again. Skip.
Has another pile of crap to dump at Goodwill's doorstep. She's "constantly" going through her hoard to get rid of shit. Know what that means? You need to STOP BUYING SHIT. Like purses, which she is thinking of unloading on Goodwill, too. You don't need anything but ONE purse, lardass. You never go anywhere.
This is so fucking tedious. She tells us she did change her shirt, because she was "washing dishes like a nromal person" well, that's a lie "and when you're fat your shirt gets wet". That is not reserved just for fat people. No matter what you try, Fat Ham, your are NOT unique in any way beyond being a gigantic skinbag filled with lard. "Sometimes it happens worse than others,and today was one of them days." GrammarLynn, back again. She did some dishes and now she's waddling off to get her food, because she's "frickin hungry". You don't say, Fatty.
"When I did my laundry last, which was last night, I must have dropped a dryer sheet." You mean with the "gf" did it. Hamber says when she went to get her KFC, she slipped on it and almost faceplanted. Because her feet are so soft, you guise. So soft, maybe like a baby's.
For some reason, she's imitating the Swedish Cheffromthe Muppets telling us about the fucking cookie that came with the meal. Waddles off to eat, and thanksfully, we don't hve to watch that.
PSA from DoctorLynn Medicine Woman. She says she is "learning" how to take her meds daily. There's nothing to fucking learn, you smooth-brained imbecile. You take the fucking meds, including the ones you take that you don't even need. It isn't rocket science, although you make it seem like it is. Se wants to be our motivation on taking meds, and all I have to say to that is: go fuck yourself, you useless, brainless, lazy cunt.
Next meal. Chicken salad. No, not the one you mis with mayo and stuff, what the fuck are you thinking, trying to make the 600 pound gorl work? Nope, she's just going to cook some chicken that the "gf" cubed and dump that on half the bag of salad mix. The spice jar labels smudge. Oh, what a catastrophe that is for the three spice jars you actually use. Since she has the pour side open on the onion powder jar, she umps about a third into the pan. Oops, Teehee.
She finishes cooking the chicken to death and just dumps it right out of the pan into the bowl of salad. Classy. She adds feta. Carrots. Olives. She's adding red onion. "I like slivers." Those are slices, FFS. "I also don't like touching onion with my fingers..." Sure, LiarLynn. All those fucking videos of you cooking your goddamned slop, where you're adding onions, that YOU CUT, into the boiling pot of grossness do exist, you know. "Peppercini [sic] or banana pepper, however you wanna call it." THEY ARE NOT THE SAME PEPPER, BITCH. And it's pepperONcini, dumbass. Then she drenches the whole thing in Zesty Italian dressing, and shakes pepper all over it. LOL. She's claiming this is under 500 calories - 481, to be precise, and this is utter bullshit. If you were able to adequately estimate calories, you wouldn't be 500 fucking pounds. PSA from me to anyone but Hamber, because she's fucking stupid: if you're counting calories, you need to be weighing or otherwise measuring your food.
Of course she does the bite - immediate foodgasm when there hasn't been time for the full bite and its flavors to fully register - exclaim how yummy it is - ask the "gf" if she's sure she doesn't want any thing as she always does. It's a fucking salty salad. No one wants that shit but you.
Hamber shows us the almost empty bowl. "I didn't eat all of it." Says she's going to log it at the full calorie amount even though she didn't finish it, (because her teeth are just so sensitive) and that she "overestimates calories". You DO NOT overestimate. You're a fucking lardass nightmare, and you didn't get there by overestimating calories. Then she's trying to give a breakdown for each ingredient, and it's still going to be wrong, Fat Ham. Know why? BECAUSE YOU DID NOT MEASURE ANYTHING. Performative calorie counting,
Claims her calories for the day are slightly over 1800. Whatever. I'll add 300 as I usually do, and call it 2100. Hamber says she is "intimate fasting". That's what it sounds like, anyhow, because she's too lazy to speak properly and enunciate.
She wants McDonald's nuggets, but doesn't give in (at least, that's her claim). But doesn't the imaginary shrink say you should give in to your cravings?
Horrid haul. It's a Daisy Duck dress, size 4, she says. Puts it on, says she is "obsessed" with it, and it has flowers on it! Yeah, the character is DAISY duck. Any guesses as to what fucking kind of flower is on the thing? Goddamn, she's stupid. She declares it's perfect for her, and no, Fatty, it is not, because you're still doing to wear it a a fucking shirt. Let us know when you're going to wear any of those fucking dresses properly, without wearing pants with them.
LiteratiLynn and her fucking book club. "I'm genuinely surprised at how many people like my book content." Nobody likes you fucking book content, bitch. Skip.
Wants people top guess how long it's going to take her to lose 14 pounds. She thinks 16 days, then says vlogging every day for 16 days seems "overwhelming". Imagine how it would be to have to go to an actual job every fucking day, you lazy, privileged cunt.
The End.
TL;DW/R: Hamber eats: aayygs with sodium spam and more sodium cheese (and token four pieces of cut up fruit), chicken dumped on a salad with loads of sodium from feta and olives and pepperoncini. Claims 1800-ish calories. Tries on a not-dress-on-Hamber dress from Horrid. It's a Disney oprint - Daisy Duck - "with flowers!" and it doesn't occur to her that those are daisies. Tries to motivate us to take any meds we're on, even though it fucking ain't us who can't be assed to take our meds when we're supposed to take them. Fat Ham's Book Club time, skipped. Thinks it will take her 16 days to lose 14 pounds; tries to engage the viewers by asking them to guess as well. The End.
Waiting for her to ditch her IG next, turn up under another stupid username.
Speedrun through dumb today. I hope. It's a long video, no doubt pakced to the brim with stupid and lazy.
cook with me, diaries of a binge eater, & modeling | 500lb gorl | episode 3 - July 17, 2022
Weight: 484.6 - still 500 pounds
Goal for tomorrow: 484.2 - still 500 pounds
Calorie limit: 1700
Nothing changes in the amberverse.
She's all "I did that', because her goal was 485.6 and she took a giant dump to get to 486,6 instead. You're still 500 pounds. My money is on this fat fuck having a breakdown and zipping right back over 500.
Jade Francis of New York, currently suing APTDeco and big sued by another party for an auto accident of some sort, and residing in Lexington, KY, is pulling a Hamber and making stupid, intrusive noises. Fat Ham gives her the universal shut it gestore, pulling her balloon hand across approximately where the neck would be. The "gf" then makes an entirely different noise, a beeping noise like a truck backing up - maybe Hamber was walking backwards for some reason. Fat Ham says, "You're wquirting?" and then acts like she's fumbling for the camera. Yeah, we get it. Sixth grade teehee sexual innuendo is your thing because y'all have so much sexytime. I don't think it's possible to tell you just how stupid you look and sound with this shit.
First meal: "I'm thinking an aayyg, cheesy spam..." JFC can you not just eat regular fucking food that doesn't have a dump truck full of sodium? Just watching this bullshit makes me reach for water. She's hunting around in the fridge for the "leftover spam" and if there's one thing that's more gross than spam, it's fucking leftover spam. You know what I don't see in that fridge? Vegetables, There were also no vegetables in the grocery haul. How can that be? As we all know, she bitched about the WLS not telling her to have vegetables with her meals. Could it be that Fat Ham is a fat fuck who doesn't actually care about eating vegetables? Curious.
Hamber makes the "gf" chop up the spam, because it "creeps her out". O RLY?
All your "quirks" are perfiormative bullshit that's easily debunked, you dissembling cunt.
She assures us she will be having some of the precut fruit with it. You could at lest have bought some "spinnage" to throw in the eggs and with that bagged salad shit you got.
She finds the block 'spam and tells us she'll be having half of that, which is a serving and a half. You can't eat just A serving?
JFC. Oil. In the frying pan. For aaygs and SPAM. It's like she purposely does this shit. Jokes on you, bitch, you're the one who gets to eat oily ayygs. Yum.
Shows us the various cheeses in the fridge and oh my god I do not fucking care. Skip.
The "gf" is sharpening a chef's knife. Hamber says something stupid about doing it "her way" and then cackles as if she's hilarious, and let me tell you siomething, you unfunny attention whore, you are not funny. You are also not going to a stream of viewers or subscribers with your shitty trolling of Chantal. Those people hate you even more than haydur nation does. Even the casual people that hang out at Chantal's Crazy Place hate you.
The "gf" chops up the spam. The chefs at Le Cordon Bleu would fail you for that job.
She cooks the aayyg crap and it looks like something a dog shit out. Next.
Tells us she was editing and her wrist started to itch, so "I was, like, ok, let's itch that." GrammarLynn, always using proper grammar. Scratch that itch. Hard. Often. I'd like to see a cellulitis arc on your wrist. Of course she's blowing it way out of proportion, which, let's be real, is quite the job at a proportion of 500 pounds to a normal person. She has ang-Zie-tee about it, you guise! Whatever. "I don't see a spider, I don't see a mosquito..." Blah blah. You can't fucking see. You've needed glasses forever, but as usual, you just don't fucking go to the doctor.
She ruins every moment the animals appear with that stupid baby voice and that fucking screeching bullshit she uses with Twinkie. Dogs have sensitive ears. You're ACTIVELY hurting your dog's goddamned ears when you screech at her like that, "Furbaby"Lynn. Alas, I have to skip each intermezzo with the animals because Hamber ruins them.
Ordering the next meal. KFC. Famous bowl. Cookie. Diet Pepsi. Of course. Why both eat less and eat more healthily simultaneously, when you can keep damaging your overall health while eating fewer calories and not doing any exercising at all? She's hoping they get her order correct - because it's so complicated, you see - because she's so "scurred" they'll give her a regular instead of a diet soda. And now she's blathering on about playing mario kart, for no reason I can discern. She's 31 fucking years old. Imagine yourself at 30+ years old, thinking that one of the most important things in your life, and something you go out of your way to talk to people about, is that you usually play mario kart sitting on the edge of the bed because the couch is too far from the tv and your eyesight sucks (but you're not doing anything about it).
STOP SAYING RANDOM FACT. The things you are fucking saying are not random. They are known things in the amberverse.
Has to check her phone to see where UberEats is. Ooooo. One minute away! This is the actual thing she does when she says "one minute away".
WASH. YOUR. NASTY. FUCKING. HAIR. It's disgusting.
She is pretty sure we know what the KFC slop looks like. Yes, we just fucking saw it. But, she's going to show us again. Whatever would we do without Hamber to show us - over and over and over again.
More animal shots. She ruins it again. Skip.
Has another pile of crap to dump at Goodwill's doorstep. She's "constantly" going through her hoard to get rid of shit. Know what that means? You need to STOP BUYING SHIT. Like purses, which she is thinking of unloading on Goodwill, too. You don't need anything but ONE purse, lardass. You never go anywhere.
This is so fucking tedious. She tells us she did change her shirt, because she was "washing dishes like a nromal person" well, that's a lie "and when you're fat your shirt gets wet". That is not reserved just for fat people. No matter what you try, Fat Ham, your are NOT unique in any way beyond being a gigantic skinbag filled with lard. "Sometimes it happens worse than others,and today was one of them days." GrammarLynn, back again. She did some dishes and now she's waddling off to get her food, because she's "frickin hungry". You don't say, Fatty.
"When I did my laundry last, which was last night, I must have dropped a dryer sheet." You mean with the "gf" did it. Hamber says when she went to get her KFC, she slipped on it and almost faceplanted. Because her feet are so soft, you guise. So soft, maybe like a baby's.
For some reason, she's imitating the Swedish Cheffromthe Muppets telling us about the fucking cookie that came with the meal. Waddles off to eat, and thanksfully, we don't hve to watch that.
PSA from DoctorLynn Medicine Woman. She says she is "learning" how to take her meds daily. There's nothing to fucking learn, you smooth-brained imbecile. You take the fucking meds, including the ones you take that you don't even need. It isn't rocket science, although you make it seem like it is. Se wants to be our motivation on taking meds, and all I have to say to that is: go fuck yourself, you useless, brainless, lazy cunt.
Next meal. Chicken salad. No, not the one you mis with mayo and stuff, what the fuck are you thinking, trying to make the 600 pound gorl work? Nope, she's just going to cook some chicken that the "gf" cubed and dump that on half the bag of salad mix. The spice jar labels smudge. Oh, what a catastrophe that is for the three spice jars you actually use. Since she has the pour side open on the onion powder jar, she umps about a third into the pan. Oops, Teehee.
She finishes cooking the chicken to death and just dumps it right out of the pan into the bowl of salad. Classy. She adds feta. Carrots. Olives. She's adding red onion. "I like slivers." Those are slices, FFS. "I also don't like touching onion with my fingers..." Sure, LiarLynn. All those fucking videos of you cooking your goddamned slop, where you're adding onions, that YOU CUT, into the boiling pot of grossness do exist, you know. "Peppercini [sic] or banana pepper, however you wanna call it." THEY ARE NOT THE SAME PEPPER, BITCH. And it's pepperONcini, dumbass. Then she drenches the whole thing in Zesty Italian dressing, and shakes pepper all over it. LOL. She's claiming this is under 500 calories - 481, to be precise, and this is utter bullshit. If you were able to adequately estimate calories, you wouldn't be 500 fucking pounds. PSA from me to anyone but Hamber, because she's fucking stupid: if you're counting calories, you need to be weighing or otherwise measuring your food.
Of course she does the bite - immediate foodgasm when there hasn't been time for the full bite and its flavors to fully register - exclaim how yummy it is - ask the "gf" if she's sure she doesn't want any thing as she always does. It's a fucking salty salad. No one wants that shit but you.
Hamber shows us the almost empty bowl. "I didn't eat all of it." Says she's going to log it at the full calorie amount even though she didn't finish it, (because her teeth are just so sensitive) and that she "overestimates calories". You DO NOT overestimate. You're a fucking lardass nightmare, and you didn't get there by overestimating calories. Then she's trying to give a breakdown for each ingredient, and it's still going to be wrong, Fat Ham. Know why? BECAUSE YOU DID NOT MEASURE ANYTHING. Performative calorie counting,
Claims her calories for the day are slightly over 1800. Whatever. I'll add 300 as I usually do, and call it 2100. Hamber says she is "intimate fasting". That's what it sounds like, anyhow, because she's too lazy to speak properly and enunciate.
She wants McDonald's nuggets, but doesn't give in (at least, that's her claim). But doesn't the imaginary shrink say you should give in to your cravings?
Horrid haul. It's a Daisy Duck dress, size 4, she says. Puts it on, says she is "obsessed" with it, and it has flowers on it! Yeah, the character is DAISY duck. Any guesses as to what fucking kind of flower is on the thing? Goddamn, she's stupid. She declares it's perfect for her, and no, Fatty, it is not, because you're still doing to wear it a a fucking shirt. Let us know when you're going to wear any of those fucking dresses properly, without wearing pants with them.
LiteratiLynn and her fucking book club. "I'm genuinely surprised at how many people like my book content." Nobody likes you fucking book content, bitch. Skip.
Wants people top guess how long it's going to take her to lose 14 pounds. She thinks 16 days, then says vlogging every day for 16 days seems "overwhelming". Imagine how it would be to have to go to an actual job every fucking day, you lazy, privileged cunt.
The End.
TL;DW/R: Hamber eats: aayygs with sodium spam and more sodium cheese (and token four pieces of cut up fruit), chicken dumped on a salad with loads of sodium from feta and olives and pepperoncini. Claims 1800-ish calories. Tries on a not-dress-on-Hamber dress from Horrid. It's a Disney oprint - Daisy Duck - "with flowers!" and it doesn't occur to her that those are daisies. Tries to motivate us to take any meds we're on, even though it fucking ain't us who can't be assed to take our meds when we're supposed to take them. Fat Ham's Book Club time, skipped. Thinks it will take her 16 days to lose 14 pounds; tries to engage the viewers by asking them to guess as well. The End.
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Sorry, I know it's been said, but I must repeat: Thank you, @Situation Type Deal Gorl. You have transformed hog offal into something amusing and vicious, and I applaud you. Your way with words is a treat. I enjoy reading your recaps so much.
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That's exactly why I bestow True and Honest amongst my gorls. They work for a living and their levity under fire makes them part of Team Slappy.
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Pitcher books make it easier for her pea brain to keep up.
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Shes in full blown control everything mode. Shes micromanaging everything while going off the rails with not weighing things and just guessing at calories from the food she makes. The ho-made food she just guesses at but the fast food she meticulously knows the calorie content by heart.
Take the kfc cookie for example. Shes weirdly fixated on the 120 calories it is, and says it often in her videos but she assures us she doesnt really even like it so there's this air about it like she wont eat it. Amber doth protest too fucking much.
She makes up endless silly childish rules for everything to have comfort in the control but makes it "fun" because theres a million little steps and idiosyncrasies to her weight loss plan. Shes gotta keep herself interested. Tinfoil hat is on and i think shes freaking out at actually losing weight and the thought scares her even though she says this is what she wants. Every little bump and scratch she has to tell us about and shes scared of bites she keeps scratching and fears calories in her diet coke. Shes losing it and doesnt have a doormat like becky to blame or take shit out on. Shit may get weird on her channel and social media because those unchecked emotions gotta go somewhere and if she gets tough love from her therapist its not going to go well. She will freak out and drop her therapist, move the goal post and say she needs the opposite of tough love and go on the find a new therapist arc leaving the gf to take the therapists place till she gets a new one.
One can only hope. I cant believe shes 31 and shes using Sensodyne toothpaste and cant shovel salad with a sweet dress~eeen on it without her teeth hurting.
She will never get that bad simply because she never finishes anything she starts.