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Season 9, Episode 6
Well, here we are once again. Gather round, children, for tonight's tale of woe (and maybe redemption? Seasons's not shaping up with a lot of happy endings this time around.).
Tonight's contestant isssss Kenae Dolphus of Nacogdoches, TX, 41 years old, and ominously, weight unknown. I'm not doing that fucking random apostrophe on her name, because fuck that, she can earn it.
Obligatory wake up and bathroom scenes. She sits on the toilet and her niece and nephew have to help her sit down, have to wash her, and help her back up. And then it's time to waddle back HOLYSHIT THEY NEED A BIGGER BOAT FOR HER TO SIT IN to the bedroom to get dressed. Then, another heave up to waddle into the living room, where she has an entire table to herself. Breakfast? Corndogs with fucking fakeass maple syrup, giant buns, sausage biscuits that she adds jam to.
Obligatory tale of sorrow and trauma. 150 pounds by the time she was ten. 230-240 pounds by the time she was 14 because everyone tried to make her feel ok about being a fucking landwhale. I'm 350+ pounds at 17 when she graduated. She got a job at a nursing home, she ate out all the time. She has a MASSIVE second set of boobs. She started dating her boyfriend when she was enormous and they got MARRIED and apparently she figured they'd have kids, etc.,, and move on with life and I gotta tell you girl, that's just fucking delusional. And there it is: mom died. so instead of dealing with it like a fucking adult, she just stuffed shit in her mouth. She's all emotional about not being able to visit her mother's grave because she can't walk, yet here she is, chowing down on a giant plate of wings and other shit - looks like nachos. Looks like she considers that tub of sour cream all her own, because she keeps dipping her spoon in it and touching her food with it.
Wah, life has no joy, it isn't even existing, acknowledges that the family can't do a lot of things because of her, and I can hear Dr Gnome's questions already: you're 41, what the fuck?
And a sheet cake. And a small cake. She still has room for a hunk of cake that she eats with her fingers. Gross. Blah blah, I need to change what I do or I die, etc. Yep, heard this tune before, sis.
Ad break at :20 into the first hour.
And back!
Month 1
They are about to hit the road to Houston. Her husband and sis-in-law are going to help her get there. They're going to try to go to Houston and come back - day trip! Yeah, prayer will be a big fucking help.
She thinks Dr Gnome will see her and just bend over backwards to help her. Girl, that ain't the way this works. At least they have a ramp outside the front door. She got a shelf ass like Big Al! They have a big ol SUV that she uses a little kiddie stool to step into. And they're off to Houston! That's prey fast, as episodes go. She's gonna "be in the moment" and try to resist the siren call of sweet, sweet fast food. Says she's "starving" and girl I am going to flat out say you are not, in fact, starving. Ah, first "overwhelmed" sighting. Sounds like she's having a panic attack, which is not exactly unexpected, since she's about to be called on the carpet by Dr Gnome.
And here we are, wow, before the bottom of the hour. Time to exit the vehicle, which is a bit of a process. And of course: no fucking shoes. Oh wait, I just couldn't see the flip flops under the fat. So, points for shoes!
Ad break at exactly :30 into the first hour, with the three of them siting in an empty waiting room.
She's worried about what Dr Gnome says. Good.
Woo, the weigh in music is playing! My guess: 620 ellbees
Current weight: 614
"I guess that's some good news, because I've only gained a pound (from her last weigh in, whenever that was, when she was at 613)."
I'm gonna say that isn't spectacular.
Dr Gnome! "How y'all doin'?" I am doing GREAT, Dr Gnome, thanks for asking!
Dr Gnome telling Kenae she needs to lose 500 pounds to get to a normal weight, and asking her what she's willing to do to lose the weight.
The usual: I'm gonna die, blah blah, we've heard it all.
She just says she buys all the groceries, does all the meal planning - seriously? Corn dogs and buns and biscuits for breakfast is a fucking plan? It would be for someone on occasion for someone who wasn't 600+ pounds.
Now she's saying "We could choose better options" then corrects herself to "I could choose better options" after a look from Dr Gnome. He says if she gets sick, or injured, or anything, that's probably going to end her. Now for the diet and allowable foods. This whole extended family back in this tiny ass trailer is in for a surprise, but looks like all of them could use a change except for the old mother in law that lives with them, she's fairly tiny and also in a wheelchair. She says she's willing to do whatever it takes (none of them are, really, at least not at first), and it will all come down to her valuing her life and giving up the things she wants. Which is pretty much a life lesson for anyone, in my book.
Goal: Lose 75 pound in two munt.
Ad break at :42 as they pull out to head back home.
And we're back! Month 2
She says it's been harder than she thought. No shit, you don't say. She says Dr Gnome's exercise regimen didn't account for how much pain she has in her legs (OWMYLEG) so she's been walking to the car and back - that is, down he ramp and back - and that wipes her out. I guess I'll give her a point for trying.
LOL - the change in menu was a slow transition because they still had all the old groceries to use and she couldn't expect all them to go cold turkey and they shouldn't be subjected to her diet. WHY THE FUCK NOT, LOOK AROUND YOU. The older kid or maybe that's the sis in law brings home fast food, and she gives in from time to time and we know where this is headed, scale-wise. She knows she an do better and plans to do better this month and is trying very hard and NO YOU ARE NOT. You are making excuses, which is exactly what Dr Gnome is going to say when you've lost barely any weight.
Back to Houston for a weight in. I'm gonna say maybe a 15 pound loss, because that seems to be the bare minimum even when they half-ass the diet. But she's "very proud" of her progress, y'all.
Scale says: Ad break, haha - you didn't really think they'd give it to us before another ad, right?
Random thought, carried over from a previous ep: this show isn't going to end until Dr Gnome drops dead, and maybe not even then, because we have some almost infinite lake of whales to drag out each week. What a sad goddamned commentary on this country. And "Doctor" Phil can go fuck himself.
Three minutes left in the hour, so appears we'll get some bleedover here.
Scale says: 592 - 22 pounds down. Sad scale music they use for the fatties who don't make weight.
She's anxious that Dr Gnome will be upset - yeah - but says she tried "extremely hard". NO YOU DID NOT. You fucking said so on camera. JFC. Dr Gnome says WTF are you doing. She says she has made changes to the diet and not following it word for word. yeah, that's why you're 600 fucking pounds. You need to stop rationalizing this shit and get your shelf ass on board, because I guarantee you Dr Gnome is not whipping out the laparascope unless you do. oooh, she's getting mouthy with Dr Gnome, saying if she could do this herself, she wouldn't need him. Hey, don't be a dick to Dr Gnome. She's snapping at Dr Gnome, "You were making an assumption that I wasnt following the diet" - yeah, because you weren't, bitch. You are not earning that random fucking apostrophe in your name.
Wah wah, I had to do all this with food, and I had to work to fit in exercise - WTF? You don't do anything all goddamned day, that's the LITERAL definition of having time to do the minimal exercise that Dr Gnome wants. She wants some kind of fucking validation for the 22 pounds she lost. Grow up. Blah blah god, whatever. The supposed christians on this show tend to be some of the rudest fuckers. LOL, she says she can google his diet, she doesn't need him for that. But you can fucking get a lecture from him and a kick in the ass, because that's what you need. That's what DOCTORS (and coaches) DO.
He's telling her to stick to the fucking plan. New goal: 75 pound in two munt. And see a shrink. She's got that shitty, fake, smiley thing going on and it makes me want to punch her.
Hallway chat with Dr Gnome: she's got to take this seriously, because that's the only way it works.
That's a wrap on the first hour, :10 into the second hour, with her whining about all this shit instead of taking responsibility and saying she has faith, she has god, whatever, doesn't seem like your god is doing jack shit for you, eh?
We shall continue in the next post.
Well, here we are once again. Gather round, children, for tonight's tale of woe (and maybe redemption? Seasons's not shaping up with a lot of happy endings this time around.).
Tonight's contestant isssss Kenae Dolphus of Nacogdoches, TX, 41 years old, and ominously, weight unknown. I'm not doing that fucking random apostrophe on her name, because fuck that, she can earn it.
Obligatory wake up and bathroom scenes. She sits on the toilet and her niece and nephew have to help her sit down, have to wash her, and help her back up. And then it's time to waddle back HOLYSHIT THEY NEED A BIGGER BOAT FOR HER TO SIT IN to the bedroom to get dressed. Then, another heave up to waddle into the living room, where she has an entire table to herself. Breakfast? Corndogs with fucking fakeass maple syrup, giant buns, sausage biscuits that she adds jam to.
Obligatory tale of sorrow and trauma. 150 pounds by the time she was ten. 230-240 pounds by the time she was 14 because everyone tried to make her feel ok about being a fucking landwhale. I'm 350+ pounds at 17 when she graduated. She got a job at a nursing home, she ate out all the time. She has a MASSIVE second set of boobs. She started dating her boyfriend when she was enormous and they got MARRIED and apparently she figured they'd have kids, etc.,, and move on with life and I gotta tell you girl, that's just fucking delusional. And there it is: mom died. so instead of dealing with it like a fucking adult, she just stuffed shit in her mouth. She's all emotional about not being able to visit her mother's grave because she can't walk, yet here she is, chowing down on a giant plate of wings and other shit - looks like nachos. Looks like she considers that tub of sour cream all her own, because she keeps dipping her spoon in it and touching her food with it.
Wah, life has no joy, it isn't even existing, acknowledges that the family can't do a lot of things because of her, and I can hear Dr Gnome's questions already: you're 41, what the fuck?
And a sheet cake. And a small cake. She still has room for a hunk of cake that she eats with her fingers. Gross. Blah blah, I need to change what I do or I die, etc. Yep, heard this tune before, sis.
Ad break at :20 into the first hour.
And back!
Month 1
They are about to hit the road to Houston. Her husband and sis-in-law are going to help her get there. They're going to try to go to Houston and come back - day trip! Yeah, prayer will be a big fucking help.
She thinks Dr Gnome will see her and just bend over backwards to help her. Girl, that ain't the way this works. At least they have a ramp outside the front door. She got a shelf ass like Big Al! They have a big ol SUV that she uses a little kiddie stool to step into. And they're off to Houston! That's prey fast, as episodes go. She's gonna "be in the moment" and try to resist the siren call of sweet, sweet fast food. Says she's "starving" and girl I am going to flat out say you are not, in fact, starving. Ah, first "overwhelmed" sighting. Sounds like she's having a panic attack, which is not exactly unexpected, since she's about to be called on the carpet by Dr Gnome.
And here we are, wow, before the bottom of the hour. Time to exit the vehicle, which is a bit of a process. And of course: no fucking shoes. Oh wait, I just couldn't see the flip flops under the fat. So, points for shoes!
Ad break at exactly :30 into the first hour, with the three of them siting in an empty waiting room.
She's worried about what Dr Gnome says. Good.
Woo, the weigh in music is playing! My guess: 620 ellbees
Current weight: 614
"I guess that's some good news, because I've only gained a pound (from her last weigh in, whenever that was, when she was at 613)."
I'm gonna say that isn't spectacular.
Dr Gnome! "How y'all doin'?" I am doing GREAT, Dr Gnome, thanks for asking!
Dr Gnome telling Kenae she needs to lose 500 pounds to get to a normal weight, and asking her what she's willing to do to lose the weight.
The usual: I'm gonna die, blah blah, we've heard it all.
She just says she buys all the groceries, does all the meal planning - seriously? Corn dogs and buns and biscuits for breakfast is a fucking plan? It would be for someone on occasion for someone who wasn't 600+ pounds.
Now she's saying "We could choose better options" then corrects herself to "I could choose better options" after a look from Dr Gnome. He says if she gets sick, or injured, or anything, that's probably going to end her. Now for the diet and allowable foods. This whole extended family back in this tiny ass trailer is in for a surprise, but looks like all of them could use a change except for the old mother in law that lives with them, she's fairly tiny and also in a wheelchair. She says she's willing to do whatever it takes (none of them are, really, at least not at first), and it will all come down to her valuing her life and giving up the things she wants. Which is pretty much a life lesson for anyone, in my book.
Goal: Lose 75 pound in two munt.
Ad break at :42 as they pull out to head back home.
And we're back! Month 2
She says it's been harder than she thought. No shit, you don't say. She says Dr Gnome's exercise regimen didn't account for how much pain she has in her legs (OWMYLEG) so she's been walking to the car and back - that is, down he ramp and back - and that wipes her out. I guess I'll give her a point for trying.
LOL - the change in menu was a slow transition because they still had all the old groceries to use and she couldn't expect all them to go cold turkey and they shouldn't be subjected to her diet. WHY THE FUCK NOT, LOOK AROUND YOU. The older kid or maybe that's the sis in law brings home fast food, and she gives in from time to time and we know where this is headed, scale-wise. She knows she an do better and plans to do better this month and is trying very hard and NO YOU ARE NOT. You are making excuses, which is exactly what Dr Gnome is going to say when you've lost barely any weight.
Back to Houston for a weight in. I'm gonna say maybe a 15 pound loss, because that seems to be the bare minimum even when they half-ass the diet. But she's "very proud" of her progress, y'all.
Scale says: Ad break, haha - you didn't really think they'd give it to us before another ad, right?
Random thought, carried over from a previous ep: this show isn't going to end until Dr Gnome drops dead, and maybe not even then, because we have some almost infinite lake of whales to drag out each week. What a sad goddamned commentary on this country. And "Doctor" Phil can go fuck himself.
Three minutes left in the hour, so appears we'll get some bleedover here.
Scale says: 592 - 22 pounds down. Sad scale music they use for the fatties who don't make weight.
She's anxious that Dr Gnome will be upset - yeah - but says she tried "extremely hard". NO YOU DID NOT. You fucking said so on camera. JFC. Dr Gnome says WTF are you doing. She says she has made changes to the diet and not following it word for word. yeah, that's why you're 600 fucking pounds. You need to stop rationalizing this shit and get your shelf ass on board, because I guarantee you Dr Gnome is not whipping out the laparascope unless you do. oooh, she's getting mouthy with Dr Gnome, saying if she could do this herself, she wouldn't need him. Hey, don't be a dick to Dr Gnome. She's snapping at Dr Gnome, "You were making an assumption that I wasnt following the diet" - yeah, because you weren't, bitch. You are not earning that random fucking apostrophe in your name.
Wah wah, I had to do all this with food, and I had to work to fit in exercise - WTF? You don't do anything all goddamned day, that's the LITERAL definition of having time to do the minimal exercise that Dr Gnome wants. She wants some kind of fucking validation for the 22 pounds she lost. Grow up. Blah blah god, whatever. The supposed christians on this show tend to be some of the rudest fuckers. LOL, she says she can google his diet, she doesn't need him for that. But you can fucking get a lecture from him and a kick in the ass, because that's what you need. That's what DOCTORS (and coaches) DO.
He's telling her to stick to the fucking plan. New goal: 75 pound in two munt. And see a shrink. She's got that shitty, fake, smiley thing going on and it makes me want to punch her.
Hallway chat with Dr Gnome: she's got to take this seriously, because that's the only way it works.
That's a wrap on the first hour, :10 into the second hour, with her whining about all this shit instead of taking responsibility and saying she has faith, she has god, whatever, doesn't seem like your god is doing jack shit for you, eh?
We shall continue in the next post.
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