Colleenna

You've obviously never watched "My 600 lb Life," aka Dr. Now. Some of his patients are well past size 6X.....

Someone asked her about what sizes she was wearing. According to her, the bra is a 2x and the leggings 3x . According to UA's size charts, a 3x legging fits waists 53" and hips 58" . Since those leggings look as if they are painted on (I'm tempted to look for brush strokes), with mountains of cottage cheese flesh oozing out of the mesh part, I dare say her hips are 60" AT A MINIMUM.

Celiac sucks wide. I hope you can find lots of gluten free vegan things to enjoy. Unfortunately, so many meat substitutes are made from wheat gluten. 😞

Well, that's appropriate, since Twit is 13.

That's the sort of thing my grand-nephew does for his hard working widowed mom. Some day, he's going to make some woman an awesome husband. ::sniffle::

Well, yeah, but she WENT TO WORK with the flu. As a teacher. (Although it's possible she went to work not knowing she had the flu.)

Yep. I'm seeing an Internet ad for some Calvin Klein combo fishnet stockings and thong. The model is slender, but I STILL DON'T WANT TO SEE HER ASS!!!!

I've finally busted through my plateau. At my last dr visit last month, my TSH was ridiculous. Normal is 0.5 to 3, and mine was 10.5 .... That means that my body was desperately trying to get my thyroid to respond, but it wasn't responding. Dr. upped my Levoxyl dose from 137 to 150, and yay! I'm finally out of the obese category and am merely overweight.

I have to wonder.... Either it never occurred to her that Under Armour is a competitor to her own line of "fatness apparel," or she's not getting any sales for her craptacular stuff and she's giving it up. That being said, UA picked the wrong person because that stuff looks like crap on her.

The worst one is Neil Patrick Harris channeling Oprah as he shills for.... Target, I think.

And God knows, one pair of Whitney's leggings would take up a lot of suitcase space. Plus she probably packs lots of cookies and other snacks to tide her over between trips to the buffet.

There's a Subaru commercial with a little girl who, to be kind, is "homely." And her older sister is not. The two girls look nothing alike, and nothing like the parents.

Same here. Ugh. But then again, there are very few innovative program/movie concepts coming out of Hollywood. The few that have been made in the last 10 years ---- Men of a Certain Age, Touch, Lie to Me --- have been cancelled after only a couple of seasons.

I'm just going by Google Maps. They show an average speed of 70 mph (according to Google Maps, DC to Orlando is about 12.5 hours of actually driving). I've never actually done that drive ---- anything over 300 miles and I prefer to fly. Besides, you KNOW they've got to stop periodically so that people can get away from the stench.

Well, It's almost 12 hours of driving from Ft. Lauderdale to Greensboro, and of course there are the necessary stops for gas, food, and bathroom breaks. And that's assuming they didn't hit rush hour traffic or construction delays anywhere along the route. So 17 hours isn't that unreasonable.

Good grief. Her case of boobie-do is getting worse.

Natalie claims to be a fashion designer. Looking at the craptacular clothes on her IG pages, I wouldn't let her design my cat box filler.

Today's IG is a video of the "dance off" between her and some guy named Jonathan. It's also the "end of cruise" cocktail party. As usual, no actual dancing on Whitney's part --- just arm waving, butt wiggling and crotch grabbing. No sighting of Chase at the party. He's probably in the bar.

His last name is Severino. You can look him up on Facebook, though he has removed his looooong list of "former" employment (most of which was waiter/beertender.)

Fried food in general does that to me, and as a fellow vegetarian, the smell of fried chicken triggers my hurl reflex.

It would be funnier if it were Gonzo.

A minimum of 4.

But blue lipstick is kewlllll... (if you're 14)

That song from several years ago, "It's All About Me" by someone I never heard of named Chelsea, could be Whitney's theme song. That, or Carly Simon's "You're So Vain."

She's pretty much expert at making an ass of herself. Even down to braying like one.