That Tamy Lyn episode from My 600 Pound Life makes me furious... Disgusting fat fuck bitch with no self-control. Always using food as a panacea for one's problem and asking one's cucked ass fugly retarded fuck-faced husband and their own son, who has special-needs because her FUPA fat starved his brain from oxygen during pregnancy, to move her food for her and clean her is just pure ignorance. At least she's right on one thing; she's not living and is only existing. Bitch! You knew what's making you fat why didn't you stop?! Your son is growing up without real parental guidance! Congratulations! You produced a son who has no future just like you because you wouldn't put the fork down! I wished I could turn into One Punch Man and punch your pathetic face so hard, that your entire body falls inward into your face with your FUPA collapsing inward so fast that it smacks your brain from inside instantly and harder than a power hammer! Depression is no excuse for being a fat fuck. Losing one's parents is no excuse to be a fat fuck! JUST FUCKING EAT LESS YOU COW! I am sick and tired of fat fucks who eat nonstop and use their depression to collect welfare money to enable their own lifestyles than seeking intervention soon so they don't get to the point that their FUPAs literally drag them down! As Dr. Now said about Robert, earlier intervention could have prevented this mess from spiraling out of control.