Regarding our deathfatty heroine's downward spiral, which does seem to be accelerating like a train without brakes...
I think her fatty brain is torn between two feelings. She is catching a chilly glimpse of her approaching mortality, and the "save myself" impulse kicked in for a few hours, and we had the impulsive and ridiculous WLS blabber. This impulse is fighting a losing battle with a more extreme, "oh just fuck everything" mode too. This is not unlike a how a suicidal person thinks.
In this respect, our crazed and sick Blubber Queen is in real trouble. This is not something a Rotten Grape Elixir will fix, much less the shit she eats. She literally is too dumb to think her way out of this, and too fucking crazy to put down the furshlugginer french fries. No man, woman, team, or freakin' army will ever come between her and her food. Her mood will grow darker, her cycles will swing lower, and she will become filthier and more gross.
The "save myself" impulse will kick in from time to time until she finally croaks, but the lethargy her 'fuck it' phase brings really damages her every time, physically and mentally. And this time, she has physical damage making things harder for her, and she isn't doing herself any favors. She's becoming exhausted.
In the past, she had enough moxie to go into elaborate new poses, all of which collapsed under her enormous weight in ever-more-rapid time. Only the all-you-can-eat sausagefest of Keto lasted any amount of time, but it was just an orgy of eating; diet never entered into it.
Unless she sees the light, which she almost assuredly can't (she is a sociopath, don't forget, so she can't see lights), this downward spiral has no obvious recovery method. It self-perpetuates, and hurtles her further downward each time, with fewer options available to her.
A normal human would have let the C-PAP machine be the wakeup call. Too fat to breathe? Holy fuck, I need to do something. Failing that, a freaking festering gash of stapled flesh, from which you are audibly leaking ought to have at least slowed her down.
I think her increasing disgustingness is a combination of factors, including effects of social isolation, histrionic showing off, craved impulsiveness, infantile reactions to thoughts of death, and a desire to defy all haters.
She is still haunted by fantasies of "I want to be loved" and "I am a superstar" and "I want to set all the rules" and "I want to live", enough to redesign banners. But she is really an empty void inside, who just can't make the most basic effort anymore, not that she ever did when she was at her peak...
Unless someone in her family or immediate circle intervenes, she is really gonna start falling apart. She'll still be lulzy, but the lulz will get darker. I just can't see how she's going to buck this trend.
Damn her, she's got me "obsessed" again. Wonder what she will do next?