"She loved her children more than anything,
except food..."
FTFY, Evie.
If you really love the other people in your life—especially your children, who depend upon you—you don't let yourself get anywhere near this state in the first place. If you can't summon enough pride or self-love to keep your shit in check for your own sake, you can at least decide that your kids deserve to have a mom who remains ambulatory, can take care of herself, and who will be around for a long time.
Looking at Deanna, there's no way her kids weren't effectively live-in servants, preparing and fetching food for her, doing all the housework, and keeping her clean.
She reminds me of an old episode of
My 600 Pound Life, the one with Reneé Williams, who had daughters maybe five years younger than this woman's kids. The elder one, still a teenager, was remarkably level-headed, mature, and effectively the "adult" in the household because her mother chose her food addiction over being a good mother to her kids. Reneé had the WLS, but died not long afterwards, and as bad as I felt for her daughters, I couldn't help but feel relieved for them. The elder could finally go start a life of her own, and the younger could enjoy teenage years not centered on catering to her mom's addiction and shielding her from its consequences.
And that's pretty much the way I feel in this case.
Just looking at her, a radiant beacon of health, I cannot imagine why she died. Certainly goes to show that when it's your time, it's your time, even if you're young and vibrant.
Edited to add that I'm pretty sure that's at least one Dairy Queen Blizzard cup in the trash pile at the bottom left.
Not to mention the bubble tea on top of the bookshelf, in the upper left, and some sort of empty beverage bottle with a black cap in one of the baskets full of crap at the upper right. I'd lay good money on this particular fatberg never drinking water because she didn't like the taste.
