Castaneda explained. Recovering well, doctors hope that he will get own to around 19 stone kg in the coming months. Hopeful for the future, Franco says the first thing he wants to do when he can walk is go outside.
Join thought-provoking conversations, follow other Independent readers and see their replies. She was 39 and had three kids. They lived together for two years, he says, and when he thought they might get married, she told him over dinner that she didn't want to see him anymore, and left. He was in love, and then he was alone. That's when he began to indulge in the comforts of food, which briefly lifted his spirits every time he tasted it.
I began to be just like a drunk. I didn't realize what I was doing to myself. In , he weighed himself at work. He and some of the other guys used to get on the mail scale, for a laugh—he was pounds. His waist, in a few years, had gone from 34 inches to 56, almost as though he hadn't been paying attention.
He just started buying bigger clothes. The next year his father succumbed to diabetes, and Mason moved in with his mum—she was in a wheelchair with chronic arthritis. He began to eat even worse, ordering takeout three or four times a day.
At work he became too big to deliver mail. Too big to ride his bike. He moved to an inside job. There he was caught stealing money out of envelopes to pay for his burgeoning food intake. He was sent to Norwich prison for a year.
And there's the canteen once a week—people send you money, you can go and buy things like candy. When he was released from prison, he went back living with his mum. Her house was paid off, but he was so dedicated to eating that he eventually asked her to remortgage her home to feed his addiction. She never said a word to him about his weight. They ended up getting evicted. The government moved Mason and his mum to a housing complex in In , when he was pounds, Mason developed a hernia and needed to go to the hospital.
The Ipswich fire department had to smash through his bedroom with sledgehammers and move his bed out with a forklift. He stayed in that hospital for two years, and then was moved to an old folks' home, where he was not allowed to leave his room because of the liability he posed to the place if he fell.
Health care workers would sneak him food. He used to listen to the tenants play Bingo, and would shout out "Bingo! I was six foot four, so my stomach was wider than I was high. I was in a bubble. I let all my dignity go; I just didn't care. I was focused on food. That one thing. He was a pariah, used in the newspapers as an example of how people's tax dollars were being wasted in the UK. His own sisters were disgusted by what he'd become, he says, and stopped talking to him.
And when his mother died, Mason was not just morbidly obese but also all by himself. When Mason listed his reasons, his triggers, his causes , he did so matter-of-factly, in the tone of someone who was used to having explanations—for everyone who wanted to know how he had become so big. He had addressed the questions ad nauseam on talk shows, and would probably have to address the questions forever: How had he lost control of his body?
How had he lost all the weight? And how does the same person possess the will to do both? And yet none of the answers he gave, he says, ever seemed to suffice. It was hard to get inside the head of someone who had lived inside his own head for so long, who stared at the ceiling for years on end in his superwide bed, alone with his thoughts—someone who didn't ever want to be in his head again.
By the time he agreed to the surgery, Mason had no one at all in his life. His caretakers were basically invisible, faces above him cycling in and out of his room every day, their words blurring together, maybe trading a joke, their hands cleaning his body for which he had no shame.
He didn't care that they saw his genitals or explored the recesses. He often pretended his caretakers weren't even there. He spent his entire disposable income on food. At one point he gained more than pounds in six months.
At his biggest, he weighed pounds. He never even got a real night's sleep—his life was a series of catnaps from which he would awake to eat, 24 hours a day, the bacon, the candy bars, the fish and chips and kebobs. His body needed so much food to maintain itself that the caregivers who fed him felt conflicted just by doing what it took to help him subsist. He had urine infections, nearly every day. Just turning him on his side put pressure on his heart and lungs and opened up any sore that was healing.
Eventually he started wanting the surgery; he was trying as hard as he could to tell people he wanted to get his weight down. After turning him down several times for gastric bypass, the government eventually decided that paying for it might ultimately be cheaper than covering his existing expenses. And that's when Mason met Dr. The only thing that gave him comfort in life was food. It was a drug of abuse, freely available, heavily marketed. I think that's almost universal to people who get to that size.
He's still the biggest person I've seen. The first time Mason stood up after his surgery, he hadn't risen for so long—years, in fact—that the cartilage had dissolved in his knees, and his legs buckled. He had forgotten what it was like to just be in that position, how to deal with it, just as he'd forgotten what true companionship was, and how fast cars could go.
The perspective overwhelmed him, the feeling of the walls coming in on him frightened him, distorted the sensation of being upright, making him cry out that he needed to sit back down. But he hadn't sat—he'd done his best, knees shaking, to try to stand there for as long as he could. One day last summer, six years after Mason's gastric-bypass surgery, I went to see him.
Paul, seen in before lockdown, got his weight down to 19 stone but started piling the weight back up after his break-up and ballooned to 39 stone during lockdown. Paul previously hit headlines when he revealed a hospital had planned to cremate him in an abattoir designed for animals if he died because they would've been unable to handle his size themselves.
Paul said he was 'disgusted' by the plans drawn up during his three years living on a hospital ward, which included giving him an animal cremation if he died. And I'd be cremated in the animal cremation,' Paul said. I couldn't believe they were doing that,' he added.
Paul explained that at his heaviest it became increasingly difficult to leave the house and as his diet of 40 chocolate bars a day made his teeth crumble, he would pull the cracked ones out himself, according to the Sun. He claimed that he was able to kill a nerve by heating needles up and sterilising his mouth before inserting the needle straight into his gum.
Paul, who found fame on TLC's World's Fattest Man, said at his heaviest he would take out his own teeth as they crumbled from his diet of 40 chocolate bars a day. Pictured: Paul in Paul said the 'disgusting' hospital plans were drawn up because the would've been unable to handle his size seen in The year-old estimates that he removed at least a dozen of his own teeth using this method.
He was able to shrink down to 19 stone after a successful gastric bypass surgery in and soon moved to the United States to be with Rebecca Mountain - 13 years his junior. While living in the States, Paul underwent operations to have his excess skin removed. However, he soon ballooned again to over 30 stone after gorging on pizza when his relationship with Rebecca came to an end.
The basic health insurance he could afford in the US was inadequate for his state of health, Paul previously told the Mirror. Paul claims his weight escalated after his relationship with Rebecca pictured ended because he would gorge on pizza seen in In a medical emergency, fire crews had to take out a window and brickwork so a forklift could take him out of the house and to hospital in a five-ton ambulance specially built for obese people.
By he needed a life-saving operation after putting away 20, calories a day, including three family-sized takeaway meals an evening. Then in he had gastric bypass surgery that shrunk his stomach to the size of an egg.
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