My cousin has been going on and on about this ham at her job who had gastric bypass and still eats like shit. It’s still on all of its medicines, diabetes is just as progressive as ever, and eats all sorts of junk food when no one is around. It’ll eat a salad when out to lunch with coworkers, but will munch of fast food and cookies the rest of the time. Then it’ll complain about how the food made it sleepy or throw up immediately.
I know nutrition courses are a must when you’re considered a weight loss surgery candidate, but this one got it on welfare. Truly amazing. It went from size 30 to 4 with gastric, then ballooned back up to 14 and blamed it on the new medicine it’s on. Okay. Sure.
My cousin and I were out to eat one day at Chipotle (usually a mistake, but I was craving it) and we run into the.. thing. She gets behind me in line and listens to me order. Both rices, both beans, all the veggies and salsas, no guac, no dairy. She makes a comment about how she couldn’t go a meal without meat. I shoot back with how it’s okay to not eat meat every now and again and how this isn’t a meal, but more like three. She mutters something about how she misses being able to eat that much in one sitting. Like you haven’t already stretched you’re reconstructed stomach back out to its original size.
Side note: I pay for myself and my cousin and this beast gets huffy because she assumed I would pay for her, too. Didn’t invite you, didn’t even offer to do that. Who are you?
I get a cup for some water and my cousin and I head to the seats near the window. Fatty waddles over with a cup of whatever soda and some water. She then proceeds to take some sugar packets from her purse and pour it into the water. I give her this wtf look and she just giggles and says, “Water is just so boring.” Only two bites in and my appetite is gone. And now we have to listen to her tell about how she doesn’t know why she keeps gaining weight post-surgery and how her skin would snap back like she wants it to and that her family doesn’t have the kind of money to pay for her to get the saggy skin from her ass sliced off.
I’m done. I’m so done.