Fucking delusional sense of accomplishment.
How the fuck can you be proud to have lost any weight when you walked around as a fucking pig for years? Did she also make the decision to eat herself to a walking heartattack, diabitis and constant threat of crushing herself to death not out of tough love but rather love for herself?
Fat people amuse me.
"My name is B. It was not that long ago that I was over 400 pounds. I struggled with eating and my weight for a long time. I was unable to do many of the functions that others could. I could not put on my pants one leg at a time. I could not cross my legs. Being over 400 pounds was hard."
Unable to do anything, constantly being reminded of the pig you are, yet continuing to eat and not diet. Then at some magical point she decides it's too much? Why stop at 400lbs? IF she wasnt such a quiter she could've made 500lbs easily. Fuck maybe even 600lbs, like that fat bitch recently that left skingrafts in her fucking couch. But hey, good thing she loves herself for being a lighter pig than before.
People like her should be dropped from high-altitude as food aid to Africa.