ShoePrincess

I tried, but I couldn't make it all the way through. Lisa is just a vile and disgusting person. A huge blob of rotting flesh. She has no intention of losing weight, getting out of bed, or contributing to society in any way. I feel for the people who tried to help her -- Dr, Now, the nutritionist and PTs, poor Randy -- and the production crew who had to put up with her for filming. What a waste of resources that could be used to help someone who truly wants help and is willing to do the work.

She's still one of my favorites. Love her voice and her style

Makes me think of a song ... "It Ain't the Meat It's the Motion." One verse goes, "I had a man who was big and fat. Most girls don't like to see them like that. But I like to see them big and tall. The bigger they come, the harder they fall." Now I'm going to have to find that old Maria Muldaur CD.

More than any man should have!

I'm not sure it's matenal.

I had to excuse myself for a few minutes to tend to my cat. She was singing the song of her people. It's called "Human, Why Is My Food Bowl Empty?". AKA "The Plaintive Wail of a Hungry Siamese Cat." It is ear-piercing. Did I miss anything other than David waddling around while "Mom" makes goo-goo eyes at him?

I think they need to carry a giant size can of Pam when traveling. Just spray the Poundticipant down with it and let them slide out of the car.

My weight guess was going to be 666. It's bound to happen one of these days, but I suspect David will exceed that number.

I'm actually a Scotch girl, except for eggnog.

Or brandy. I'm a brandy in my eggnog kind of chick.

Another Popeye's devotee here.

Good evening, Pounders! I finally made it to a chat, sadly the last one of the season. I'm afraid Dr. Now would not approve of tonight's eating habit. My husband stopped at Popeye's on his way home so it's fried chicken, spicy, dark meat with red beans and rice for me tonight. Oh, and liquified and fermented grapes. Lots of meds, a CPAP, and some very large moobs. Given how the rest of this season has gone, I'm not getting my hopes up.

And not one of them is the least bit likeable.

She's really broken up about Randy's passing.

I've reached the Randy shopping for groceries scene. 7 boxes of sugar-coated cereal, 5 bags of chips and a couple of jars of dip, 8 cases of pop, 6 frozen pizzas, and a bag of corndogs. I don't think any of these things are listed on Dr. Now's diet sheet. And did she really say about the 8 cases of pop, "just grab anything, they'll get drinken." Lisa hath murdered English!