Manuel Uribe, who once weighed 1,235 pounds, celebrates with champagne during his first trip out of his house in five years.
Um... shouldn't he be celebrating with a Diet Coke or a Perrier? I think champagne is a no-no on the Zone!
I can only surmize that his parents must have lived through some terrible famine and were now overcompensating with their son. It truly is their fault for creating this. I can kind of relate since my grandmother and parents, who all lived or grew up during the war, were hypersensitive about hunger and about having food in the house, regardless of how unhealthy it is. They would clear out the candy aisle at Price Club/Costco and buy ice cream and meat in bulk. Every cereal had to have sugar listed as the primary ingredient. A dozen Dunkin Donuts every week. Utz potato chips were bought in multi-jumbo-sized packs. A bucket of KFC every Sunday. Huge portions of beef, ham or pork at every meal.
I guess I had every reason to become an ultra-lardbutt-fatty-boom-batty, but I think I would have to thank my grandmother for saving me from that fate. She exhorted me
relentlessly to eat. Every time she spoke it was "are you hungry?" "Do you want to eat?" "Eat some of this." I eventually got so annoyed that I started rebeling by not eating in her presence or whenever she mentioned food. I wanted to provide negative reinforcement for her behavior. Of course, in the end, she was even more relentless. But in the process, I kept things in check. And eventually I went vegetarian after realizing how "not right" all of this junkfood was.
Anyway... for this guy's sake, I hope there is some rebellion left in him at the age of 41. Naw... I doubt it.
