Tonight's ep: JT, 32 years old, weight unknown, Claremore, OK. Did they have a casting call in OK? Bethany was also from OK.
Holy shit. We thought Big Al's laaaayyyygs were bad: this dude has an entire other person attached to his left laaayyyg.
Unsurprisingly, JT has a girlfriend. Before she heads out of the house, she makes sure he has "something good to eat" nest to him. In this case, it looks like three pizzas.
Requisite bathroom scene. The toilet is by the sink and faces the wall of the shower, but he manages to squeeze himself onto the toilet. I guess that answers the burning questions about Big Al, too. The skin on his left leg is melting down over his ankle, and almost covers his foot. His moob are gigantic for a dude, even a fatty. Hey, he has a shelf ass, too!
Breakfast - second breakfast, apparently, since he just threw a couple pizzas down his piehole. A massive breakfast. Bunchof eggs, an entire bag of microwave sausage, roll of biscuits, bunch off eggs. Ugh. He says all of his time revolves around eating: eating, thinking of eating, or dreaming of eating. But hey, at least he can use that monstrous lymphedema as a table when he's eating in bed.
Jessica, his gf is a fatty, too. She went to the grocery, and he's bitching about having to help carry in the groceries. Dude, she isn't asking you to walk on water. Then it's right back to the bed, and shoving the candy she bought down his gullet. Here's a thought, Jessica: stop buying that shit. It isn't like he's going to be able to run out and get it himself. That's the thing I don't get about these partners. "B-b-b-ut they get mad when I don't bring them what they want!" BFD. Let them be mad. Throw some heads of lettuce at them.
Requisite sob story about childhood and shitty parents. During this portion, he gets yet another round of food, this time from a delivery service.
Weights: 300+ at 13, 500s at graduation from high school (that's generally 28, people not from the US), and 600+ at 22. Worked in a pizza place after graduation, got free food, so would chow down on 5 pizza, breadsticks, and other assorted crap every day. Says feeding other people makes him happy - dude, if you're shoving half of it down your maw, how are they eating? Got over 700 pounds at some point, at around 25, had to quit, went on disability. Your tax dollars at work.
"Muh mentalz", doesn't know how much he weighs now. Of course these two met on a dating app. "I weigh so much I can barely move" as he piles up a plate with what looks like two pounds of hamburger on top of...something. Whines about how the weight is taking his "future and life". Let us be clear, JT. YOU are taking your future and life from you. Not anything or anyone else. FFS, then eats a pint of ice cream after cleaning his plate of the hamburger glop. And now it's bedtime. He sleeps sitting upright, pillow against the wall. They can both fit in the bed, along with the dog, which is astounding.
Can I just insert a comment about how much I cannot stand that Sister Wives show? Thank you.
Time to make the pilgrimmage to Houston. He's going to ride in the very back of the minivan, as many of them do. Two hours later....time to stop. Naturally, fast food is in order. Now it's time to exit the vehicle, which is proving to be an ordeal. The girlfriend has about the same affect as Beggy does. He's snipping at her not to drop the food as she's locking up the van. Dude, you aren't going to miss whatever that milkshake is and how many calories it contains. He takes up half the hallway in the hotel. First try to make it on the bed: fail. No, the mattresses are not on the floor, guy, welcome to the real world. Made it on the second try. Now it is time to FEAST! These two have about as much chemistry as Big Al and Beggy. That is to say" none at all. Time to sleep. He's wearing the same leggeeeeens as he did yesterday, hole and all. Reminds me of someone else.
Time to visit the most talented gnome in the country and get a weighing. I'm guessing 870. Scale says: 892. Holy shit. He can't believe it, never imagined he could get to this weight, blah blah. Where exactly did you think all those calories were going, dude?
"Hello, how y'all doin?" Lymphedema has been there for over a decade. Damn. OMG, closeups of his laaaayyyg. BMI of 121. His left calf looks like someone slammed a mound of play-do on it. Goal is to see the world, has zero idea of how he's going to do that - whoa, brakes, dude. You need to lose a fuckton of weight first, so maybe you should start planning for that. No plan, sir! Dr. Now is putting him on the 1200-calorie diet, and lecturing Jessica on enabling. Goal: lose 150 pounds over the next two months, move to Houston.
Back to OK to start on the diet. He's in bed, feels terrible. They called Dr. Now, and he said get to de hospital. JT's barfing into a garbage bag while Jessica goes off to rent another minivan. These two have a dog. That poor dog. He needs someone who can walk him on a regular basis. JT's asking Jessica in a snippy way "You're parking in a parking garage?" She say yeah, "that's where you park at here." He snips again, telling her not to be a smartass with him. Hey, fuck you, dude. Turns out it was food poisoning from one of the crappy things he ate on the road. They were worried he had an infection, so put him on antibiotics.
Taking the dog out for a walk on a semicircle of grass out the front door for about a minute and a half. Do they live in a hotel?
Good lord, that plate of food. Their minivan broke down on the way back to Houston, so Dr. Now, the most generous of all the gnomes, sent a medical transport to pick them up. "My leg is like, extremely swollen." HTF can you tell when it's like a gigantic parasite on your leg. His giant lymphedema is bleeding, having gotten snagged on something. Dr. now thinks they're gonna have to do something about that first, after some weight loss to get him down to some semblance of "not gonna die on the table".
