The scene at their house as they were taken out by emergency services after falling was surprisingly not the most embarrassing thought rattling around in their brain. Just hearing the numbers threatened to stop their already stressed heart cold.
992lbs.
You’d have thought the nine burly firemen it took to carry them out past the broken down wall, through their garage would have tipped them off. Of course they had to know they kept gaining after the scale at home stopped being able to weigh them, but the obfuscation of reality allowed them to hope in vain that it wasn’t this much.
Less than ten pounds shy of a thousand. Quadruple digits are of course constantly on the mind of a person so ruled by their fatty desires, dreaded as another milestone to their super morbid obesity. Confronting it was enough to seriously kick them into gear about turning things around, though they knew it was entirely too late… But it was going to be different this time. Different than all the other health crisisies and weight milestones that sent them into the same frenzy countless times before.
The diet lasted three days after getting home. Followed by the biggest all out binge of a week and a half of their life. They reluctantly and shakily hefted themselves on the extra capacity scale provided by the hospital intended to track their weight loss.
1,021lbs.
What should be a shock was a foolish relief. It happened. Then a moment later it’s already in the rearview mirror. Besides realistically what’s the next meaningful milestone? a ton? That’s inconceivable… well with them at least absurdly far away. Right?
