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- Sep 20, 2016
Twenty years on the internet has taught me that no matter how delusional and self-destructive you are, no matter how much of a loser and failure you may be, there are others out there whose lives are just as bad, and thus sympathize--or hell, even worse, so they look up to you! And if you can connect with them, they will give you all the attention and validation and justification for your miserable existence you long for. As much of a wreck as Chantal is, there are women out there who are in even worse mental and physical shape, and that's who is patting her enormous, cratered, unwiped ass.
So she could eat her lonely bowl of oatmeal at home--or even toast her own damned bagel and put peanut butter on it--but she'd rather have a bagel served to her by somebody who is paid to be friendly. Because that's pretty much all of the positive social interaction she's going to get. That's probably why she keeps going back to the same Mediterranean restaurant that gave her all that greasy food for a mukbang (and other restaurants she frequents)--they know her by name, they're nice to her, and she gets positive attention for buying massive quantities of food. That's as good as it gets for Chantal.
Lonely people spend a lot of money on small shit they could just as easily make or do at home, because they are that starved for positive social interactions with other people. I'm pretty sure Russell Greer and his daily hot chocolate at Starbucks--something he could easily and more economically make at home, and thus save up for his next brothel visit even faster--is motivated by similar desire.
As for not changing clothes at the gym, when you're that fat, simply getting dressed is very difficult, awkward, and strenuous in itself. Bending all the way over and reaching past all of that fat just to get socks and shoes on is enough to get her out of breath. To get pants on, she very likely has to sit on her bed, get her feet into each leg, then lie back to finish pulling them up; if not, it's still a very awkward struggle to do something you or I do every day with absolutely no thought at all. She may even have assistive devices at home to help her dress (not to mention wipe her own ass).
And she's going to do all that at in a gym locker room, where other women can see her horrorshow of a body, and watch her struggle to get it undressed, showered, dried, and dressed again? I don't think so. So no, she doesn't shower at the gym, because when you're that fat, facing the world all sweaty and gross is easier and less humiliating than taking a shower at the gym.
Swimming and water aerobics are the only things I can think of that would be suitable exercise for her at this point, simply because she'd have lower risk of injury. But they aren't big calorie-burners--nothing she's capable of doing at this point is. So the gym is just a huge waste of money, and, I am certain, just a sham so she can pretend she's serious about losing weight.
I think she's hooked on being catered to and spending money as a substitute for love and friendship. She's socially isolated, and very lonely (even within her own home and relationship with Bibi), and the only way she can reliably get positive interactions with other human beings--however brief and tenuous they may be--is by being the customer who is waited on, and thus in the position of power. That's pretty much the only way she's going to have social interactions in which she is always right and her choices are never questioned.
So she could eat her lonely bowl of oatmeal at home--or even toast her own damned bagel and put peanut butter on it--but she'd rather have a bagel served to her by somebody who is paid to be friendly. Because that's pretty much all of the positive social interaction she's going to get. That's probably why she keeps going back to the same Mediterranean restaurant that gave her all that greasy food for a mukbang (and other restaurants she frequents)--they know her by name, they're nice to her, and she gets positive attention for buying massive quantities of food. That's as good as it gets for Chantal.
Lonely people spend a lot of money on small shit they could just as easily make or do at home, because they are that starved for positive social interactions with other people. I'm pretty sure Russell Greer and his daily hot chocolate at Starbucks--something he could easily and more economically make at home, and thus save up for his next brothel visit even faster--is motivated by similar desire.
She's always huffing and puffing because constantly carrying 250 pounds more than her body was ever meant to is strenuous and exhausting in itself. That her lungs can't fully expand due to all the fat crowding her abdominal cavity, plus the weight of the fat on the outside of her ribcage, makes it even harder. Thete's nothing remotely odd about her huffing and puffing; that's what happens when you're chronically overburdened and partially smothered by your own goddamned fat.
As for not changing clothes at the gym, when you're that fat, simply getting dressed is very difficult, awkward, and strenuous in itself. Bending all the way over and reaching past all of that fat just to get socks and shoes on is enough to get her out of breath. To get pants on, she very likely has to sit on her bed, get her feet into each leg, then lie back to finish pulling them up; if not, it's still a very awkward struggle to do something you or I do every day with absolutely no thought at all. She may even have assistive devices at home to help her dress (not to mention wipe her own ass).
And she's going to do all that at in a gym locker room, where other women can see her horrorshow of a body, and watch her struggle to get it undressed, showered, dried, and dressed again? I don't think so. So no, she doesn't shower at the gym, because when you're that fat, facing the world all sweaty and gross is easier and less humiliating than taking a shower at the gym.
Honestly, she just needs to forget all about the gym for now, because as the old saying goes, "You can't outrun/outlift your fork." She's not fat due to lack of activity; she's fat because her diet is an epic disaster. Until she fixes her diet and eating habits, and makes substantial progress in addressing her addiction, and has lost a significant amount of weight, the gym is going to be counterproductive. She's too encumbered by her own fat to do lifts with proper form, thereby increasing her chances of injury. The only cardio options open to her are those with the lowest impact, because her knees, ankles, and back won't be able to take the strain. Yoga's out, because she can't get into any of the poses.
Swimming and water aerobics are the only things I can think of that would be suitable exercise for her at this point, simply because she'd have lower risk of injury. But they aren't big calorie-burners--nothing she's capable of doing at this point is. So the gym is just a huge waste of money, and, I am certain, just a sham so she can pretend she's serious about losing weight.
I answer for her. I truthfully tell each one that Chantal did two weigh-ins.
