As she never leaves the house it should be quite easy for her husband to put her ion a strict diet. Oh I forget he is probably claiming benefits as her carer so if he got her weight reduced then these would stop.
Oh gawwwd. I know some people do have real food issues (oh go on, i'm being PC here), but seriously, bariatric surgery is a very big deal. The complications can be deadly. People have died from malabsorption of various essential nutrients. And all because you can't go for a walk and stop eating Greggs' sausage rolls? Drives me mad, because most people eat reasonably and exercise well and these others can't see it. They think it's luck and that food creeps into their mouths at night. And if i go into one more shop and can't find any size 8 clothes, i will wreck the place, i swear. Just because people can't be bothered to realise that we are not all fat.
When i was at school (eons ago) a woman in the next street died. She lived on the third floor and a crane had to be hired to lift her body off the balcony because the undertaker could not get her down the stairs, she was that big. Somewhere in the region of 40 stone!!!
It has just been annouced that our local Council has approved the building of about 200 whoopy size wind turbines on our lovely island. These I'am sure will improve the landscape no end but the decision got me thinking somewhat.
Why not build 200 industrial size underground treadmills and link them to "green" generators, import the nations fatties to run around them like demented hamsters and solve a number of issues at once. The landscape would not be blighted by massive towers, renewable energy would be produced and the fatties would become skinnies thus saving their greedy lives. The power generated could then be fed into the national grid and used at a discounted rate by the cash strapped NHS.
I knew there was a genius trapped in this frail body somewhere.