Some of you will have heard about the plight of Georgia Davis – who has been dubbed ‘Britain’s Fattest Teen’ – some of you won’t have. I have followed Georgia’s story with interest for quite some time now, since 2008 in fact. Back in 2008 I was struggling with my weight; I had lost over 8st with Slimming World, but a new job was taking its toll and my weight was increasing again. I had slimmed from 33st something down to 25st something, had been attending the gym at least five days a week and had been feeling great. So when I heard about Georgia – who then weighed 33st – I empathised with her, and wanted to hear how she tackled the challenge ahead of her.
Wellspring Academies, a weight loss camp in America, decided that they could help Georgia and so she headed there to work with psychologists and counsellors, fitness experts and nutritionists, in order to re-educate herself and learn how she could live a healthier lifestyle. I have seen a number of documentaries about Wellspring, and really admire the ethos behind their work. They give specialist care and attention to teenagers in need of support and assistance, and they do this in a non-judgemental environment. So Georgia began her stay at Wellspring weighing 33st, and by 2009 she had managed to lose half of her body weight; but crucially, she was still overweight at nearly 18st.
At this point in time, she was sent back to the UK – due to funding issues – and went straight back to the environment in which she gained the weight. Her parents, at the time, were determined to help keep her on track. Again, this is a crucial point, they hadn’t really been involved in her education at Wellspring. They hadn’t learnt what she should and shouldn’t be doing. Personally though, I don’t see this as a reason for them not taking control – surely it is obvious as to the types and quantities of food Georgia should have been eating, and surely it was obvious that some form of sustained exercise was needed. Yet by February 2011 Georgia weighed an estimated 40st at only 17 years of age, having put all of the weight she had lost at Wellspring back on, plus more.
She hit the headlines again in May 2012 when she weighed 52st and, due to severe medical complications, she had to be rescued from her home and taken to hospital. Firefighters had to demolish the side wall of the house she shared with her parents as she was too large and immobile to use the door. I remember the uproar at the time, and the widely promoted figure of the cost of this rescue – apparently £100,000. Whilst in hospital, Georgia was put on a strict diet and lost over 10st…yet was released back into the care of her parents.
Since then she has moved into a flat with her friend, who was also determined to help Georgia tackle her weight. However, she has already put over 4st back on. An article today – an exclusive in The Sun no less! – reports that she is struggling to control her weight, and that a leg infection means she is struggling to move and even sleeps in her chair at night as she cannot walk. She talks about not being to stand and cook, so she eats KFC instead, and even mentioned that she finds it hard to stop eating biscuits. At over 46st, she says that she doesn’t want to give up on life, especially for the sake of the nurses who helped her before.
Now, I don’t know what reading this does to you. But for me it raises a mixture of emotions, especially as I have been following her story for such a long time now. I feel so desperately sad for her – and can empathise with some of the things she says, even though they sound ludicrous, as I have been in a similar situation myself. I also feel angry – angry at her for being so stupid and putting her life at risk, but angry at those around her who enable her to eat like this. At her weight she cannot walk, so how is she getting this food? She is probably doing what I used to do, and emotionally blackmailing those around her!
One could argue that her parents are at fault, considering how big she got whilst she was in their care. Perhaps they have created such ingrained habits that she just cannot break them, even now that she is responsible for her own eating. But wait, she managed to get her weight down to around the 18st mark at Wellspring…so she managed to change her habits whilst she was there. Admittedly, a place such as Wellspring is a very controlled environment, yet considering she cannot walk at the moment, her environment could also be controlled to a certain extent, at least to get a bit of weight off initially. So I also feel frustrated that she doesn’t seem to be taking responsibility for her actions.
Sometimes I wonder what the best course of action would be in such an instance. Does this case make you think about whether the individual needs to be sectioned, or whether weight loss surgery would be useful in this case, or does it add weight to the need for psychological intervention? After all, weight loss surgery won’t work if she isn’t able to change her eating habits. I don’t know what the answer is! I just know that it is such a sad situation that Georgia is in, and that her plight is spread across the press without the benefit of anonymity. How is she to get her life back on track?
I look at Georgia’s pictures and my heart breaks. I do not know what she has experienced in her life. I do not know what her demons are – why she uses food to abuse herself. I do not know what thoughts run through her head on a day to day basis. Whilst I can empathise with her, I cannot fully understand her motivations, and I do not know what makes her tick. So I cannot judge her! I can just ‘feel’ for her – there is a human at the heart of this and sometimes I think people reading articles, such as the one The Sun printed today, forget this…we can all be quick to judge, but she clearly needs help.
Anyway, that’s my thoughts on Georgia – I just desperately hope she finds a way of overcoming her battle before it is too late for her.
Today’s usuals were, well, fairly usual…
After another late night I wanted to stage a protest this morning and stay in bed, but I couldn’t leave my neddies to let themselves out of the stables and sort their breakfasts out…so I got up and quit moaning! It was another bloody cold day; no more snow, but it was so cold that it seemed to be sticking around…although the fields seem to have turned into swampland, with visible pools of water. It’s just not good for the horses to be standing in wet fields all day and, as much as I like them out and able to socialise, they seem to love coming in at night for some respite…a nice dry stable, fresh straw and a massive haynet! We then quickly popped to Asda for today’s supplies and then headed home. The other half was supposed to be heading to a meeting today, and needed his chauffeur, so I was all poised for this but the meeting was cancelled at the last minute. We popped down to see my niece and nephew instead…as she had put her princess dress on and wanted to show it off to my other half – little girl crushes make me smile. She was thrilled to see him, and they got out the Aquadoodle mat and she practised her spellings with him! I entertained my nephew, who is currently obsessed with planes, and was so excited to tell me about his holiday and the plane he is going on…although he’s not quite there with his talking, so the conversation was one of those interpretive toddler ones! After this, we headed home and I raided the cupboards to find some suitable ‘weight loss jars’. I had bought two big jars for my weight loss pebbles – to track how many pounds I lose – but then decided to buy some nice beads, that I can turn into a necklace when I hit target…a rather nifty idea I thought! Until they arrived and were smaller than the pebbles, and a bit dwarfed in my jars. So I found some tomato purée jars and am currently in the process of de-stinking them so I can decorate and put my beads in them! I also did a bit of cleaning in the kitchen…much to my other half’s delight. Oh – and the bloody dog nearly ate the postman who delivered this:
I will give you an update once I read it; although I have already read some excerpts and think it will be an interesting and eye-opening read! The poor postman was also delivering the beads…and I had visions of hundreds of them rolling across my wooden flooring, never to be seen again. We normally keep the lounge door shut, so she can’t get access to the post, as she has an awful habit of shredding whatever arrives! I am looking forward to group tomorrow morning and have everything crossed for that 11st award…so it was a weird evening, as I wanted to relax and watch my Monday TV favourite – Revenge – but also wanted to go to sleep so weigh-in would arrive quicker…sad, very sad!
Lunch: Thai green beef curry (2 syns).
Dinner: Salmon scrambled eggs with tomato, onion and mushrooms on toast (2 x HEB).
Snacks: Four cheese slices (2 x HEA).
Well today’s lunch was much nicer than last nights dinner…even though it was supposedly the same stuff. I had stupidly forgotten the coconut yogurt in last nights serving…so although it tasted nice, it wasn’t ‘right’ yet I couldn’t put my finger on why – so today’s leftovers lunch was fabulous and only had 2 syns in it! Dinner was just something quick and tasty to use my HEBs up, as it turned out to be an Original day, so it was some smoked salmon trimmings (brilliant value – 99p – and a great way of getting a budget version of oily fish!) with scrambled egg and a few mushrooms, onions and tomatoes on top of my toast. I then had my cheese slices to use up my HEAs. No real snacks today – as it’s weigh in tomorrow morning, and I am still on damage limitation from last Tuesday’s jacket potato disaster!
Exercise: 15 minutes Boxercise, 15 minutes Dancercise, 15 minutes Sit-ups – 45 minutes in total.
So there we have it then, my first week of activity towards my Gold Body Magic award has been completed! I am going to start up the BodyPump again this coming week, and will see how I feel about my nemesis too…I might have a little pootle and see how the knees go! I am a bit concerned about my Boxercise…I think I may have pulled a muscle across my chest as I’ve been having pains in it this afternoon…so I’ll see how I go. Let my moaning about aches and pains be a warning – getting to my size is no fun, and even after losing a big chunk of weight, I still feel like an old wreck at time!
Thanks again for reading – and best wishes to all who are weighing in this week,
Weight Loss Bitch xxx
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