In type 2 diabetics particularly, what they want to do is make themselves more insulin sensitive. So a protein with a meal, and *counting* carbs (for fatty a goal of 35-45 per meal max) and activity throughout the day would not only help, but might actually have him shed some pounds. But no, that's too much work and he couldn't have pasta. And oh no, he might actually feel hunger. The actual fucking horror."My wound doc said it's impossible to cut carbs!" Try talking to keto folks, moron. As a diabetic, your objective isn't to remove carbs completely from your diet, it's to reduce consumption of carbs because they break down to sugar.
He is absolutely sitting there rubbing his hands together like a kid on Christmas morning waiting for the bux to roll in. If he hated doing it as much as he claims, he would be making efforts to find a job or be more prudent with his money so he could at least do it less."I hate doing this..." but not really, which is why he continues to do it. It's not like his mother is sitting there with a gun against his head, threatening to blow his fat head off if he doesn't grift more money from rubes. As a matter of fact, I think Louie really enjoys taking advantage of people's generosity. I think he gets a sick satisfaction out of it.
it's been said before, but I cannot imagine how dull and unfulfilling Louis' life is. people keep mentioning it because he is spectacularly boring and the sheer amount of nothing in his life defies comprehension. what on earth does he do all day long? he has no friends, no family commitments, no job. he never leaves the house, he does no work around the house. despite his claims to be a "writer" "artist" and "gamer" he clearly does not write, draw, or play video games. there is nothing to suggest that he is edifying himself by studying anything at home or trying to teach himself things for the fun of it. he really does nothing but eat, sleep, and stare at the computer. I think everyone has had a day like that, when they don't feel well or don't have the energy to do much else. but can you imagine doing that every single day, week in and week out, for years on end? truly horrifying. and he has nobody to blame for it but himself.Of he ever stops running and temporizing and excusing, he'll be crushed under the pure weight of how much of his life he's wasted. It might actually kill him.
Lou's explanation of when he's allowing himself spaghetti is another little tell, just like his not realizing what his shopping list looks like to adults.And when the penguins play he only eats 3 plates of spaghetti!!
I don't think he has any regular people to compare himself to. So it's one part compulsive lying and one part detachment from "reality as most of us know it".Lou's explanation of when he's allowing himself spaghetti is another little tell, just like his not realizing what his shopping list looks like to adults.
"I only eat spaghetti on the days I take my long walk" -- still fat logic, but it's logic. Exercise --> food intake are things that are often connected, so on the face of it, this is a first step towards improvement, or a credible lie.
"Sports team means spaghetti night!" -- Complete toddler thought process. Sitting in front of a televised program means carb-loading... why? And Lou, who is 100% in control of what he presents to the world, thinks this shows virtue and restraint.
1 for the average person, 2 for maybe a big (not fat but really tall/buff) person who works outside.(Eurocuck here so I have no idea how many are considered normal so I'd be grateful for some clarification on this matter)
Thank you kindly. So it's comparable to a Big Mac or a Whopper, both of which could be considered a whole meal by themselves.1 for the average person, 2 for maybe a big (not fat but really tall/buff) person who works outside.
EDIT: For the theoretical big person working outside who eats 2, would also depend on what else they're eating.
Hearing everything through Lou Filter makes the world a magical place.RE: "my 'beetus doctor told me I should eat lotsa red meat" that was probably lean chicken breast and fish instead juicy steaks full of fat.
I think it speaks more to his mental disposition then anything else. His face is that of a person, with type 2, whose only consistent friend who hasn't abandoned him and that he hasn't alienated only *huuuuuuuuugs* him and does the bare minimum to keep him company. He has nothing going for him beyond constant grifting for money, and knows a job is not possible at his age with his attitude. He knows once mama Gags finally keels over he'll be having to grift money for renting the cheapest shittiest motel room in Pittsburgh and hope no one finds out how much bullshit he's holding onto.You would think that finally being rid of the beard that kept you from feeling like a TRUE AND HONEST WOMAN would make you smile. Not cause you to glare into the camera like the Apple Store is taking your photo for a 'refuse to serve' poster.
Spaghetti sauce has a fuck ton of sugar, and don't even get me started with PB and J. The lunch meat is a toss up pending it's not just honey ham, ether way, none of this helps to fight off Lord Beetus, Lou.