My 600 Pound Life, airdate Feb.5, 2020 - Hour one
Oh my god, the opening looked like ranch dressing being splurted down on a giant fucking plate of spaghetti. I wonder if that's his ep.
Today we have: Travis, 31 years old, and holy shit his fupa. 600+ pounds, Carrollton, TX. So, homegrown fatty tonight.
Obligatory shower scene. He and his wife live with his mother. "Baaaybe!" He calls for his wife to hose down the folds on his back because he can't reach. In the opening VO, he talks about how he barely moves from his chair. I think I can pinpoint one of your issues right now, Travis.
I didn't know they made boxers that large. Showering is an ordeal, he sits back down and starts his daily eating and usually doesn't move. Breakfast time. The girlfriend/wife brings it: a giant bowl of grits, a bunch of scrambled eggs, and a full stack of pancackes, with some giant glass of a no doubt sugary bev. Yasmin leaves him a snack when she goes to work - yet another one that we've seen where the partner has a job. While she's gone for the day, he usually has someone deliver something.
Obligatory childhood TRAUMA. Pops moved out. At age 10 - 120 pounds. His brother went to live with the dad and Travis felt abandoned. Age 15-270 pounds. Mom doesn't look like a fatty. Age 16, got his license, drove around hoovering up fast food. Age 17 - 350 pounds. Couch surfed, had a job here and there, spent all money on food. Age 20 - 450s. Age 22, met a girl at church, dated for a year, proposed, she said yes. Decided to get his shit together. A few months after the engagement, fiancee came and said, "NOPE" on the marriage. During the VO, he has three giant pizzas delivered. Pops said "NOPE" on Travis living with him.
Age 26, over 500 pounds, met Yasmin. He played keyboards, she sang, the usual caring, nice personality blah blah. Excuse me, my error: not three large pizzas. Two large pizzas and a dessert cookie that looks like a pizza. Travis proposed and she said yes, but he's kept on gaining weight. Yasmin works to provide for their little household. Ah, they moved to TX because everyone knows Dr Gnome is in TX and can help. He's continued to gain weight. Whoa, mama got some giant hips and ass. He knows the women are losing patience with him. Gross, that IS ranch they've squirted all over spaghetti. And of course, moms bring dessert. Look, gorls, make him haul his ass out of the chair and get that shit himself. Damn. They even take his plates to the kitchen. Get off your ass, Travis. The least you could do is put your own fucking dishes in the kitchen.
Road trip to see Dr Gnome! Yasmin is home, bringing Travis a giant bag of tacos and a soda. We know Dr Gnome is not going to approve you right off for surgery. Why do they say these things? They had to have watched this show and they know that isn't how it works, but whatever, production crew. Drama drama. Time to go! Travis hauls himself upright after hoovering the tacos and makes his way down the stairs to the car. Lots of grunting and groaing. At least he didn't yell "Ow, my leg!"
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Twenty-five minutes in, and we're in Houston. Travis barely fits in the front passenger seat. Time for a weigh in! I'm going with 640. Scale says: 617. Off to the talky talky room. He says all the usual things in the VO: gotta change, I'm ashamed, etc. "Helloooo. How y'all doin'?" says Dr Gnome. He continues to ask the usual questions, listens to Travis' heart with his gold stethoscope. Tells Travis if he doesn't get his shit together, he gonna DIE. Fast heart rate at 100+ bpm. Naming the enablers, says it's just the two of them, but they live with his mom, so wtf, Travis? Dr Gnome makes him face some hard facts: tells Yasmin to not bring him shit just to avoid conflct. Tells Travis to stop getting delivery. Time for the packet and a 1200 calorie diet. Tells Yasmin not to bring anything into the house, and let him get mad about it. Goal: 70 pounds in two months, get your ass off the couch.
Hallway talk with Dr Gnome: the usual, Travis is in dire straits RIGHT NOW, not like some fatties who have some time.
Travis thinks 70 pounds in two months seems like a lot to lose without surgery. Dude, if you stop stuffing your piehole, and get your ass off the couch, you'll be amazed.
Three days later. They've been going over the diet, and it seems like it blocks off everything he loves to eat. Duh, dude. HTF do you think you got to that weight. Uh oh, they've decided on a plan to "ease into" the diet from Dr Gnome, because he thinks it will be too restrictive and will cause him to fail. At the grocery, he, of course, is "too tired" to walk the aisles in the store. Yasmin is in the store facetiming with him, and he tells her to get chicken and ham and turkey and veg and some of the chips he likes as a snack. Looks like Reese's cereal all blurred out as his "second treat". He calls her in the store, says his legs are starting to hurt. Well, get your ass out of the car, dumbass. And she's a dumbass, too. Refuse to get the "snacks". He wants them, he hauls his ass into the store to get them. Yasmin gets in the car and starts crying because she bought his shit for him. She's realizing she's a big part of the problem.
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We're back! Fifteen minutes left in the first hour. Month two. Wow, Travis gets out of his chair and does some exercises. Good for you dude, although you're probably going to do something stupid to make me regret that......and yep. Been snacking. Now claims they've been getting rid of the snacks. He says "I'm hongry. What's for dinner?" Whatever you get off your ass and make, is what I would say. Mom says it's time for these two to move out, so they're looking for a place to live.
Month three. Back in Houston to see Dr Gnome. Wow, Travis drove, even held the door open for Yasmin. He's walking a lot better, so there's that. But he is still huge. I will guess: 600 pounds. Weighin time. 593 pounds. This is why you don't "snack", dumbass. Twenty-four pounds total for two months, not even close. Travis admits he's been "skipping up" on the diet. Dr Gnome tells him he isn't making a real effort to lose weight. Stick to the diet, lose the weight I tell you to lose, or forget about WLS. Do the diet, stop fucking around, says Dr Gnome. Same goal: 70 pounds in two months.
Hallway chat with Dr Gnome. Travis doesn't understand how serious things are for him and needs to change, ASAP.
Travis says he is going to go back and try harder. He thought he was (really, by snacking on a diet?), but is going to really do it now, for realsies.
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I can’t imagine the smell.
