I audibly gasped when I saw her manhandle that big glass bowl. I think I have the same kind at home and it's a 1-gallon size. Thasabigbitch.
NGL, I eat the occasional Big Ass Salad (with a hunk of meat) out of a bowl that size. But I don't have to hold the bowl up above camera-eye level for anybody to see the
actual fucking greens (which, in this case, appears to be a thin layer of shredded iceberg, swimming in dressing).
There is plenty of good stuff on that salad; I don't see any individual ingredient that's a problem in itself. But the sheer quantity of the combined chicken and legumes and cheese is just crazy, and you know she doused it in dressing.
She ordered all of that stuff pre-cut (and maybe even the entire salad pre-made, given how neatly it's arranged), because she hasn't developed the knife skills (much less the patience) to cut everything that small and that evenly. And yeah, I can understand not wanting to do the work herself, but in the unlikely event she ever gets serious about unfucking her diet, she's going to need to learn because the only way you can exert complete control over what goes into your food is to make nearly all of it yourself. And she's one of those people who should be paying close attention to everything that goes into her mouth.
Notice how this patient has a completely flat back.:
http://img4.imagetitan.com/img.php?image=27_lipedemadiagnosis.jpg
There is no type of lipoedema that leads to fat rolls on your back.
The very first time I saw a woman with lipedema was in Costco maybe 15 years ago. She looked completely normal from the waist up, but there was an abrupt change right at waist level, and everything below it was multiple sizes larger. Think of a size 4 up top and a size 16-18 on the bottom.
I remember at the time thinking, "She's not just some fatty; this is not normal; there's got to be some condition that causes this," because it was just so strange-looking. So I googled when I got home, and that was my intro to lipedema, which included at least one photo of some poor woman who had ended up anorexic trying to diet away her huge lower body, only to end up haggard and starved up top and still big on the bottom.
So Anna blaming lipedema for
all her fat came perilously close to making me MATI. Like, no.
Fuck, no. I knew it was a lie the second it came out of her mouth. And as terrible as actual lipedema is, any sympathy I might have had for her completely evaporated, along with any lingering ability to trust anything she might claim about her health.
Chantal Anna lies
and is fat and I would not have sex with her.