Question: "Do you have a plan to get your health back on track? Health is wealth."
Notice how Evie can't answer with a simple "Yes." Instead, it's:
I wish That there was one solid answer that would give me a healthy heart, and a healthy spine, take away the essential tremors, cure the seasonal depression, remove the screws from my ankle, take the lymphodema and lipodema away, etc... That being said...
I am working on me. Trying to get a healthier me going by moving my body in ways that I can, eating better choices, I'm taking A huge step back from social media, learning to take care of myself in ways that I haven't always - by not chasing people, not eating my feelings, and not -not eating, deciding how to proceed with health care appointments I need to make. Taking time to enjoy life, sleeping as much as my body needs, and not feeling guilt for doing it.
I also know I don't owe anyone explanations about my health, but when asked correctly, I don't mind! I also feel like I've got myself out Into the world and a certain amount of these types of questions are to be expected.
So no, she's not doing jack shit.
When you ask somebody a question that can be answered with a simple yes or no, and instead they reply with a lot of words that are anything but, and never get to that yes or no? They're lying.
An honest person would have said, "Yes," then, if she felt like it, gone on to elaborate on what she was doing, and maybe some of the legit hurdles to doing whatever she needed to do. Or, she would have said, "No, even though I know I should." Or, she even would have said, "Well, yes and no—I'm doing [X], but really need to get my shit together to do [Y], and I've got these specific barriers to doing [Z]."
"Do you have a plan to get your health on track?" That's a yes or no question, with the option to elaborate, but instead Evie jumped straight into a roll call of her many conditions (real and self-diagnosed), in a bid to remind the asker just how horribly sick she is, and how she can't do anything about it. Then she goes into a vague, non-specific list of things she says she's "doing," but that are all empty words, with no concrete actions described. And then there's the distancing language (particularly, "my body" as something separate from herself).
She has no plans for doing anything to mitigate or remedy her health woes, and doesn't even mention the elephant in the (wheelchair in the living) room: her ever-increasing obesity. She knows she's
supposed to be doing something to help herself, so she has a bunch of "working on myself" clichés she can pull out. But having to do it at all has clearly struck a nerve, because she does a quickie DARVO:
Health is wealth", so are you saying because I'm not healthy my life will never amount to anything? That is very not ok.
No matter your health, your life is worth so much. No matter your disability, your abilities, you are worth so much!"
Most people who are legitimately sick and disabled, and not malingering parasites, would not take offense at the phrase, "Health is wealth," because they know it. Wealth is ultimately about having the power of choice, and the ability to run one's own life as they see fit—and in that context, good health
is a form of wealth.
The questioner, I assume, asked the question as she did out of a concern for Evie, and a hope that she might improve her quality of life, rather than remaining housebound and continuing to eat herself to death. This isn't something you do if you believe somebody's life has no value.
It struck a nerve in Evie, though, and struck it hard, because she's aware, on some level, of the fact that she's a useless fat leech who contributes nothing of any value to the world, and there will be many huge sighs of relief when she's gone. The questioner unwittingly reminded her of that, so of course it's the questioner who is a terrible person.
We're now a culture that claims everybody is beautiful, precious, and valuable, and we're all perfect the way we are, and child-brained adults like Evie cling to that like a fraying rope. The life of an obese, unemployed parasite of a woman, willfully eating herself to death while creating financial hardship and family strife for the man who is saddled with her, is just as valuable as anybody else's.
Yeah, go tell it to Jesus, Evie. That every human being is of equal value may be true on a deeper spiritual level, but it sure as fuck doesn't bear out in the day-to-day nitty-gritty of life.