Kicked this one around for a bit before coming up with my final answer without making it an absolute novel, and for me, it’s the Helpless Feedee.
It can take a number of different forms, like:
And so on. Basically, the Feedee isn’t totally in control of herself. Maybe she doesn’t totally hate the weight gain, but neither is she totally in favour of it. Or, to take it another way, maybe she was initially on board with it, but now that she’s 300, 400, 500+ pounds, she’s really starting to worry this is getting way out of hand.
But she can’t stop herself. Maybe she has a Feeder in the wings pushing her on, or maybe she’s simply this greedy. Perhaps she’s merely ignorant, over-rewarding herself to celebrate a paltry amount of exercise, or maybe she’s the office food disposal and has failed to notice. Regardless, her efforts at diet and exercise are lackluster or outright laughable, and the pounds keep piling on.
The consequences of her lifestyle are catching up with her. She’s constantly outgrowing her clothes. She gets winded walking up the stairs. Now she gets winded walking down a hallway. She outgrows her office chair, then her new office chair, then her beefy recliner at home. Now a break is necessary after travelling only a scant few yards, and she can only manage a glacial pace. She’s let go from her job, whether because she’s too big for the company health plan, or merely too focused on eating and not on her work. Adding insult to injury, she’s now too fat to drive herself.
And she wants to lose weight, she really does, she swears. She knows she has a problem, but she just can’t stop herself. And so she keeps eating and gaining, totally, hopelessly, helplessly in thrall to her appetite.
I could keep going, but I’m pretty sure you get the gist of it.