And so it begins, the cultivation of stupid hobbies. It's part of being bed bound. She will begin to "collect" other things, like chihuahua figures or all the bottles from a particular line of soda, all items she can order online with store-purchased VISA cards Becky procures from Walmart. The more industrious super morbidly obese woman will try to engage in a craft. Like beginning to knit or crochet and will make gifts for people that end up being thrown away because they unfortunately reek of urine due to continual proximity to the pads the obese woman evacuates into all day. Family members will lie and say how much the new baby loves his blanket but will never produce pictures of the item near the child because there is some stuff you can't rationalize coming out in the wash. You know it probably is clean after two runs in the hot cycle with bleach but the smell stays in your head. Some may try to paint or draw but that is limiting because all they see is their room, television and the back of super-sized ambulances. I don't see AL doing anything of any artistic or crafting merit. She will just sort and color her coloring books and eat extra servings of crap food when bored.
She's down further than we thought if the asinine "look at me arrange the crap I collect" phase has begun.
AL has no idea how lucky she has been. Women 100 pounds lighter than her end up losing mobility far sooner, even taking into account their age. That she has managed to keep waddling this far without a major cardiac or diabetic event speaks to a constitution that, if not hindered by at least 400 extra pounds (she's at 550 minimum right now, no one can convince me otherwise), would have seen her through vigorous sports, an active job and a ripe old age. It's mawkish and a cliche to say that people born into bodies with illness and deformity due to no fault of their own would find AL outrageous and would be tempted to kick her if they could. But the fact remains that she has squandered her health and her youth and is looking at spending the rest of her life glued to YouTube and sorting Goodwill-level tag in her bed. Oh, and screaming for more food.