I'm not really much of a TV watcher, but last night, I actually sat and watched something on TLC. "I Eat 33,000 Calories A Day."
Four morbidly obese people struggle with their
weight, their addiction to food and rapidly deteriorating health. Two
men are bed ridden and require constant care. Two women are dangerously
close to becoming housebound.
I saw a snippet of this show on You Tube weeks ago, the part of the dude in bed gnawing on giant plate of breakfast, and the cameras zoomed in on his lips, wet with drippy egg yolk. I was horrified that this man allowed them producers to show him in that condition, what good could come from this?
He was apparently just not all there - not understanding the severity of his condition, the fact that he was housebound and nearly entirely bed bound, eating his way to death. My first response is, it's slow suicide, or better yet, murder. Why? Because, he can't physically cook. He can't make himself food. His family enabled him to eat the way he did. He says he gets take-out, but, where does the money come from? Even if he was getting government assistance because he is entirely disabled from his obesity, who cashes the check and gives it to him? I just sat there, watching this - catching flies in my mouth.
My husband says, " I wouldn't feed him. Let him have a ****ing apple."
I ask him what he'd do if it were me, bed bound and gaining.
He says, "I'd starve your ass. There's no need for that."
I agree. If he were In Control of my intake - he'd make damn well sure it was not 33,000 calories a day.
Now, before we get all huffy about this - let me clarify - YES, he was previously 360 lbs and I was 320 lbs - and of course that suggests that we have the same problem, to a lesser degree. We should be compassionate and understand, but, we could function. No one ever had to do anything for us. I could do everything I do now. I was not disabled in any way by my size. He would not enable me nor would I enable him to become so large that we'd be housebound and catered to.
I know it sounds harsh ( maybe not to some of you ) but, I'd sooner throw his ass in a rehabilitation center for medically supervised eating before cooking him 33,000 calories a day. I would not be responsible for allowing my husband to die from that kind of housebound morbid obesity. And, yes, it would be my fault if I were the one FEEDING HIM.
I know it's not that simple, and it's just not only a matter of cutting the calories down. I know this because it's like pulling teeth to lose weight myself, with a toddler-sized stomach. I know this because I have children who are all at least a few pounds overweight also. But, I could never knowingly allow that kind of neglect. I couldn't.
This is a case for abuse, education more than punishment is needed but there has to be some sort of deterrent to protect society from the burden that this level of stupidity causes.
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I'm not really much of a TV watcher, but last night, I actually sat and watched something on TLC. "I Eat 33,000 Calories A Day."
I saw a snippet of this show on You Tube weeks ago, the part of the dude in bed gnawing on giant plate of breakfast, and the cameras zoomed in on his lips, wet with drippy egg yolk. I was horrified that this man allowed them producers to show him in that condition, what good could come from this?
He was apparently just not all there - not understanding the severity of his condition, the fact that he was housebound and nearly entirely bed bound, eating his way to death. My first response is, it's slow suicide, or better yet, murder. Why? Because, he can't physically cook. He can't make himself food. His family enabled him to eat the way he did. He says he gets take-out, but, where does the money come from? Even if he was getting government assistance because he is entirely disabled from his obesity, who cashes the check and gives it to him? I just sat there, watching this - catching flies in my mouth.
My husband says, " I wouldn't feed him. Let him have a ****ing apple."
I ask him what he'd do if it were me, bed bound and gaining.
He says, "I'd starve your ass. There's no need for that."
I agree. If he were In Control of my intake - he'd make damn well sure it was not 33,000 calories a day.
Now, before we get all huffy about this - let me clarify - YES, he was previously 360 lbs and I was 320 lbs - and of course that suggests that we have the same problem, to a lesser degree. We should be compassionate and understand, but, we could function. No one ever had to do anything for us. I could do everything I do now. I was not disabled in any way by my size. He would not enable me nor would I enable him to become so large that we'd be housebound and catered to.
I know it sounds harsh ( maybe not to some of you ) but, I'd sooner throw his ass in a rehabilitation center for medically supervised eating before cooking him 33,000 calories a day. I would not be responsible for allowing my husband to die from that kind of housebound morbid obesity. And, yes, it would be my fault if I were the one FEEDING HIM.
I know it's not that simple, and it's just not only a matter of cutting the calories down. I know this because it's like pulling teeth to lose weight myself, with a toddler-sized stomach. I know this because I have children who are all at least a few pounds overweight also. But, I could never knowingly allow that kind of neglect. I couldn't.
Is it neglect? What do you think?