Dear Whit - Let me tell you what your trainer/wanna be therapist doesn't have the guts to say and knows you're too much of a delicate fucking flower to hear, anyway: You are super morbidly obese because you eat significantly more calories than you use. Period, end of story.
I reached my heaviest weight about 10 years ago, and was the same size as Whit is currently, more or less, and I assure you that didn't happen because I was regularly restricting food. As the dietician I worked with then used to say, if not eating enough food causes weight gain, then why are all the starving kids in Africa on UNICEF commercials not super morbidly obese, for example? According to her, drastic food restriction does have some impact on how the body processes/uses calories, which short term, can result in less weight loss than would be expected by the numbers. However, short term means a few days, 1-2 weeks at the absolute max, at which time, if you continue to consume fewer calories than your body is using to function, you will lose weight. And yes, Whit, that even applies to you.
And Whit, I should add, as someone who also purged many times a day for years in my 20s and got treatment at an impatient eating disorder facility, the last thing you need is any kind of residential or group eating disorder treatment. You wanna see a toxic environment? Let's talk about putting a bunch of girls with eating disorders together. Brilliant idea. The underweight girls begin immediately comparing themselves to all the other underweight girls, while pitying the one or maybe two overweight girls there. And the overweight girls just feel even shittier about themselves in general, because every girl there is better than they are (and better always equals thinner in that world). So Whit, while I know you'd probably die from the excitement and drama of getting "eating disorder treatment," you really should think again about just finding a therapist to work with one on one. And by therapist, I do NOT mean your personal trainer. ARGH. Because Jessica, before you "help" Whit as much as your dad by trying to play a therapist on tee vee, you need to move back over into your lane.... and STAY THERE. * On a personal note, while I have maintained at about 140 lbs since weight loss surgery, it wasn't until a few years later that I finally felt at peace with my food/body issues. Oddly, it wasn't until I quit trying so hard to move on, that I was finally able to move on. Gradually, I started to realize I'd gone days at time without needing to know to the pound how much I weighed, or agonizing over whether to eat something, or whatever. And now, the sum total of my thoughts on it are to realize when I'm hungry, take a moment to consider what I want to eat, make or order it, and eat it. I know that certainly isn't the answer for everybody, and to be clear, I'd probably want to punch you in the face if you told me the only way to get something is to stop trying to get it, but for me, my mind is finally at peace about food and weight, and I know that although i'm still considered overweight, my body is much better off staying consistently at 140 lbs than being subjected to all the yo-yo'ing, purging, and other crazy shit I used to do it.
Other random thoughts from last night's episode:
- Whit and everybody else in their ragtag little group needs to stop allowing themselves to be held hostage by that ASSHOLE's Buddy's addiction and tell him to take his nasty self and Peace the Fuck Out.
- I don't understand Whit's money situation. If Tal and Buddy together are paying her entire monthly mortgage payment, then she's left with incidental expenses on the home, rent for a very small apartment in a relatively inexpensive market, and a modest car. I know reality tee vee stars don't make as much as people like to think they do, but still.... how is it even possible she's not making enough that she could float her mortgage (guessing $1500/month, assuming worst case of all variables) and rent for that tiny apartment for at least a few months until she can find a new babysitter for Buddy tenant?
- If the ring in that IG engagement picture is what it appears to be - a big ass canary diamond - that thing's worth some serious bank. At least a few tens of thousands, possible even six figures, depending on exact size/diamond quality. So, call me judgmental, but Chase doesn't seem like someone who has that kind of money just lying around. And if he does, and you should most certainly call me judgmental here, maybe it would be better spent helping Whit take care of whatever the hell must be up with her finances rather than buying her a gaudy ring to flaunt wear.
- I fast forwarded through a few early episodes looking for Babs moments, as I felt the need to confirm for myself if she really did used to be funny. And yes, the Babs from the several years ago was hilarious. I have to wonder if she has any desire whatsoever to still be on this show anymore, now that she's older, slower, and her health is obviously getting worse. If so, I hope she can be assertive enough to advocate for her own health and well-being to be prioritized, as I'm not sure Glenn is, and we know for sure Whit's too selfish to know her ass from a hole in the ground, nevertheless give actual considered thought to whether what Whit wants is what's best for others.