Okay, so AL is reaching terminal fatness, the pre-death state when the super morbidly obese lose all mobility. This is a set of criteria for pre-terminal fatness I developed after years of observing the fattest among us and this "vacation" has made it clear AL is as close to terminal fatness as one can get without actually losing all mobility. You can tell when a woman is reaching terminal fatness when:
--Changing clothes is such an exhausting production that the woman stays in the same clothes she slept in for longer than a day and she is not sick with the flu or any other illness that would cause the average person to feel too ill or weak to change clothes.
--Despite being vain, will leave the house with hair that is not brushed or styled in any way because lifting their arms is too difficult. Such women will often sport braids because as a style braids can last a bit longer without upkeep than wearing hair loose or in a pony tail. Braids will be kept in the hair even after the unbraided portions on the scalp go frizzy and get tangled.
--The prospect of replacing worn out clothing, especially staple items, freaks them out - every hugely fat woman can find a pretty caftan but replacing underpants and leggings is is so tiring and anxiety-causing that they, despite being vain, go out in public with torn up clothing.
--Exhaustion caused by lack of sleep due to apnea and crushing weight. May attempt to mitigate with a dozen pillows to support sleeping upright but it won't work because the moment the head lolls to one side, the neck fat pile up in the bend will choke her. This brings AL's purchase of a travel pillow into sharper focus as I suspect she may be using it to keep her head stationary as she sleeps upright, though the pillow is clearly too small to achieve such a goal.
--Life plans revolve around food and nothing but food. This entire vacation was entered into on the premise they were going to Pride but all AL did was eat, plan what she wanted to eat, obtain things to eat, order what she wanted to eat, and comment on what others were eating. Had the boys not been there she would not have played miniature golf and all her excursions to shop had at least one food purchase in the mix. I bet she even found candy of some sort at the sex shop.
--Extremely excited about new ways to obtain food, like Uber Eats, Grub Hub, Amazon delivery and similar.
--Becomes extremely angry or agitated when they perceive someone encroaching on what they consider to be "their" food, but considers all food around them to be open game for them to engage with in some manner. Still boggling at how angry she became because Becky took three TicTacs, but she has no issues handling, touching, remarking upon endlessly and even eating the food belonging to others.
She will be bed bound by the end of this year, if it takes that long. She doesn't have the energy to do the simplest things on a daily basis. She can rally periodically and style her hair and put on makeup because she must go out to eat her favorite goods and she's still got the mentality that if she has on lipstick and a cardigan then she isn't like all those other fat women who have given up, the kind people stare at. But soon that will begin to fall by the wayside and eventually Becky will be calling in takeout orders at Casa Grande and the Chinese Buffet and bringing food to Amber, likely to be consumed while she is sitting in bed.
And God help Becky if she tries to snatch a french fry from a McDonald's run - AL will come unglued because being confined to bed will cause her to perceive that each meal is more limited. After all, if she wants more rice than she ordered she will not be able to remedy it with another order while at the restaurant so whatever food in front of her is all she will be able to eat and woe betide the person who deprives her of a single crumb. And if the kids at the fast food joint get a single thing wrong - like forgot to 86 pickles or give extra packets of sweet and sour sauce - she will lose her fucking mind and probably send Becky back for a new order rather then just scrape the pickles off or eat her nuggets with ketchup or without sauce of any kind. The tantrums of a bed bound super morbidly obese woman are awful if you are in the house with them but hilariously entertaining in a very grim sort of way if you can watch from a distance. We are a few months, max, away from some amazing content if Amber is forced to make her videos from the bed and shows us what her life is like with Becky as her nanny, housemaid and girl of all errands.