We meet again, Fatty. Tell us some lies.
Stupid intro. Today is the first day of outpatient treatment. She's going to do some "light makeup, because why the heck not" as if this is some new, arcane routine instead of something she does all the fucking time. I guess if you don't do shit all day, every day, it can see like this giant mountain to climb.
Claims that people wanted to know so much more about her jer-neee and she's so excited to share it with us. Sure, ok. She's nervous and scared, just like every other fucking time she has to go somewhere or see someone or eat something. JFC, is there anything on this fucking planet that doesn't scare this dainty princess? Goddamn.
Whines about how the assessment took hours, "like, the paperwork, and it was SO triggering". Whatever. Says she was told this appointment would last over two hours. Claims she is getting "so much backlash about it". No, bitch, people telling you that you need inpatient, not outpatient is not backlash. It's people telling you they know you're going to fail. Again. And you will, I believe.
But she's proud of herself for deciding to do it. When it all goes horribly awry, she'll get amnesia about it being her idea, and get pissy with her viewers for giving her shit about it when it was something they didn't want her to do in the first place. Now where have we heard that before?
Oh, right.
We pick up again after the first appointment, and she is "literally" exhausted. Says the psychologist told her this was going to be intense, so afterward, do something to be kind to yourself. She's sitting on her ass on the couch - well, of course she is - and is going to watch TV - again, of course. Says she almost wishes she could havce taken the viewers to the appointment with her "if you know what I'm sayin'". You wanted us to watch you lie to the psychologist? Weird, but ok.
JFC. One visit in, and she now understands herself more than ever! Good job! No more visits required, I guess. Says this is the first time from an eating disorder clinic, program, whatever (she's doing that vague circling with her arm, the way people do when they're trying to distract you from something) that she is "officially diagnosed with binge eating disorder" and no, you lying shit, I still do not believe you have BED. You went in and spewed out all the things you read on WebMD to push them to that conclusion - and as usual with you, they came to the exact diagnosis that you claimed you already had, in a single visit. Fucking amazing.
"They're gonna get more into muh trauma and muh PTSD, but I was also diagnosed with excoriation disorder" - of course, she cannot pronounce this either. Picking. Yeah, we know, you self-diagnosed this, too, after running across some YT channel where someone legit has the disorder and decided to pick that up like you're on a fucking shopping spree for disorders so you'd be quirky and unique. Luckily for her, the psychologist specializes in that, too. Fucking amazing again, how Big Al seems to just run into all this fucking luck with doctors telling her exactly what she wants to hear and fucking brags about, like "You're hulthy. You're just big", which morphed into "You're hulthy. But you are obese." both of which she accepted and crowed about until she decided that girl didn't know what the fuck she was talking about, yo, and it was time to find another doctor, because no doctor EVAR, including the ones she was throwing under the bus, had EVER mentioned her weight, and she "literally" clapped when the ER doc told her she was a fatass. Right.
Anyway, where were we? Right, the doctor she lucked into who just happens to specialize in exactly the two things she needs. Says she has homework to do (bet she won't). Has to have her labs done (why wasn't this done at the assessment?) and an EKG (why was this not done at the assessment?). Says she already has the next two appointments scheduled and says outpatient is going to be pricey. Reiterates that it's going to be pricey, I guess to make sure everyone knows it's going to be pricey? You know what would typically make that a lot less pricey? Insurance.
Says she's going to get an appointment with a dietician at the eating disorder clinic and she ls just thrilled. Really? Is it going to be this one?
Naturally, DoctorLynn Medicine Woman already knew what they were going to say. Do tell, Big Al. Counting calories is just going to cause you to binge. Goes into a stupid fucking example I'm sure people have heard before in a number of contexts, not just eating: "don't think of an elephant or a swimming pool hot tub. You're gonna think of those things. So by counting your calories you're actively telling yourself to restrict your food."
Yes, you stupid bitch, it's called a fucking diet and it's how you lose all that goddamned weight. JFC.
"Which makes you wanna eat more."
No.
"And when you already have binge eating disorder..."
You do not.
"...that's just gonna make it worse."
No, you describe it as "worse" because you can't stand to be uncomfortable for a single fucking second that you're on this planet. You want to eat what you want, when you want, in the amounts that you want, with zero consequences, and that is not the way it works if you also want to lose weight. The word diet comes from the Greek diaita, which means "way of life" and that's exactly what you have to embrace if you want to lose that lard you carry around like it's some medal for getting through a shitty childhood.
She "had a feeling that was going to happen" (because DoctorLynn Medicine Woman is clearly a professional) says it's very much an intuitive eating process. Yeah, that's worked out just great for you thus far, and I don't fucking believe ANYONE, much less a professional who "specializes" in binge eating disorder is going to recommend intuitive eating for a 600 pound behemoth who, if she were honest, would tell said professional how much she sucks at intuitive eating, but I bet you didn't. Once again claims she doesn't want to go into further detail because she's afraid of he "backlash", whatever she fucking thinks that means other than people questioning her fucking story.
Claims she told them she would literally do whatever they wanted her to do. LOL, We know how this story ends, Big Ham.
Yeah, yeah, this time is different, she wants help, yadda yadda. Does that same stupid waving of her hand in a circle in the air. Confess: who the fuck has she been watching now who does this? Heard it all before, Hamber.
The "gf" is putting a pore strip on Pigface's nose. You're supposed to wet it, stupid, so it sticks. You could just RTFM. Between the two of you, you might figure it out. Skipping the rest of this bullshit scene except to say that you're a lying cunt, Big Al. "Wifey is gone." Yeah, some stranger with the exact same tastes in everything and the same tattoos is now in place. We're not as stupid as you, bitch.
It's now the next day and she's sitting in the car. They just "had a friend come over" and now they're gong to "another friend's". Sure, you're just a regular social butterfly now, aren't you? Oh, finally just confesses that they're going to Eric & Ricky's, I'll never understand that. At all.
Oh, FFS. The shrink says do something nice for yourself, so naturally, they're going to go eat Mexican food, which she is "pretty freaking pumped about" Yes, of cours you're "pumped" about that. And we certainly would want to use our intuition to hoover down a couple thousand calories and not try to restrict ourselves in any way, wouldn't we. That would be so, so bad, that restriction. Then, they're just going to hang out and may spend the night at Eric & Ricky's. Those boys need to grow a fucking spine between them. She's brought Twinkie, of course. Wonder how much weight she'll gain from Eric & Ricky's thoughtlessness about leaving food on the floor for their dogs, only to have Twinkie get in there and hoover down some food of her own. Claims Twinkie is getting better, and the mornings are the worst, where her knee has popped out of joint and let me just say right here that the dog's knee is not "dislocating" every goddamned morning like Hamber claims. STFU, bitch, because I know you're not popping that dog's joint back into place every morning, since you'd be incessantly blubbering to the camera about how it hurt YOU to have to do this all the goddamned time.
What the fuck? It's now been a couple of days since she filmed. She's sitting in the fucking car while the "gf" gets PT. Are you fucking serious? Why the fuck must you tag along everyfuckingwhere just to sit in the goddamned car and talk to yourself while you look at yourself in the camera? It's fucking weird and absolutely codependent. At the least, you could get out of the fucking car and walk to get some exercise. Maybe you should talk to your psychologist about THAT, given how unhealthy it is. God. Damn.
No makeup, claims she is not doeen good today in particular. She uploaded that stupid bullshit "i didn't lie" video the night before. Says she obviously has some mental illness issues she's "actively" trying to take care of. Here's one thing to take care of: STOP SAYING ACTIVELY, FFS. Stop picking up random fucking words and phrases from whatever bullshit you're watching on tv or YT and then running it into the goddamned ground. It's fucking annoying. Blah blah blah, people are "actively" not believing something "traumatic" that happened to her. She's overwhelmed, blah blah. Maybe if you didn't fucking LIE all the time, people would give you more leeway.
Claims to be "actively" trying to lose weight, so she weighed herself, and it was 495.0 on the dot. No film of that, of course. Losing weight is very important to her and she will throw in random weighins here and there, but this is NOT a weight loss channel, but she wants us to know she's lost 11 pounds. Allegedly.
Shows off generic, mass produced "art" from HomeGoods, and says goodbye.
Stupid outro.
TL;DW/DR: It's Day One Hamber. We all know what that is.
Also: it may very well be too little, too late, Fatty.
These numbers well and truly suck.
But no one deserves it more.