A story posted on the National Post’s blog caught my attention in my RSS reader and screamed “click me”. The headline was “Woman aspires to weigh 1,000 pounds” and was based on a Daily Mail story.

So I clicked. And then I wished I hadn’t.

According to the story, Donna Simpson, a 42-year old 600 pound woman in New Jersey, who already holds the dubious record of “World’s Fattest Mother”, has set her sights on “World’s Fattest Woman”.

To achieve this, she’s going to eat 12,000 calories a day, which works out to a $750/week grocery bill.

As you can imagine, she already wears size XXXXXXXL dresses and needs a mobility scooter to get around because walking more than 20′ feet is problematic. Her 150 pound long-term partner, Phillipe, is actually encouraging her to eat more, not less.

How she’s made it to 42 is beyond me.

And though she may want to be a 1,000 pound blob, at some point she’s going to need serious medical attention, assuming she doesn’t just drop dead of a heart attack or stroke. By that point, she may be beyond medical help, at which point her young daughter is going to have to watch her mother die a miserable death. But if she can be helped by medical science, who’s going to foot the bill? Even if she were here in Canada, I would be saying that the public health care plans should bill her for her criminal stupidity. At some point you have to take responsibilty for your actions.

But she’s in the US, where you provide your credit card to the admitting nurse when you check in, so who knows.

Oh, and how is she affording $750/week in “groceries”? She set up a website where people can actually pay to watch her stuff her face.

I don’t need to make this stuff up – reality is messed up enough as it is.