I'm gonna nail this guy, if she won't stop him killing himself I will. That sausage roll is around 550 cals, has 34 grammes of fat, of which 14 grammes is saturated fat. The coke, I can clearly see it's a full sugar one, has around 59 percent sugar in it, more than the daily allowance of sugar in one drink! It's disgusting, does she even look at him, he's hooked on caffeine drinks, he must be permanently wired. His eyes are like pinholes, he's dehydrated and all those painkillers and Rennie's are just masking a shit diet, keep it up and you are going to be very ill. All his fat is around his stomache, visceral fat surrounding his organs, the worst kind. Type 2 diabetes is also linked with stomache fat and heart attacks. She seems to get great joy in giving him as much processed pork meat as she can, practically no nutrition, full of bacteria, and high salt and fats. That sausage roll will be like a light snack to him. If she says charcuterie one more time, the Universe is going to blast that witch into a black hole, she's a horrible person. He needs beans, pulses, tons of fibre, 70 percent of your immune system is in the digestive system. When my youngest son was in hospital in his teens, the doctor told him the bowels won't actually function properly unless people eat enough fibre. Processed, refined foods stripped of every shred of fibre, yeh fine as a treat, but he's clearly shovelling it down his neck on a daily basis. Can't stand her, can't stand her smarmy labels and how she has to brag about everything and a place thousands of miles away, disneyworld, when what's really important is right in front of her. It's all about her needs and wants as she sits in inch away from him with her beady eyes on him as he works in that stifling office of theirs.
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