It's a little after 3 p.m., and the twenty-five-year-old Studdard is waddling through the back hallways of Pittsburgh's Mellon Arena, his feet always three feet apart, their orbits never coming anywhere near each other. He finds the Idol boys' dressing room, opens a bag of potato chips, slides onto the couch and hunkers down sideways. Studdard is six feet four and, he says, currently three hundred and sixty pounds. His thighs are the size of infants, and his stomach bulges like there's a keg inside him. Whenever Idol Kimberly Caldwell jumps atop him, which she does quite often, it looks as if she's trying to hug a hill. He may be nearing an unhealthy state, but he's unconcerned. "I am what I am," he says with a shrug.
He may soon be even more. He consumes potato chips constantly, eats Taco Bell beef chalupas with hot sauce plus a couple of Taco Supremes at midnight and never misses a dessert. When it's time to eat, he says, "Let's graze." His mother is worried. "I'm concerned about his weight," says Emily Studdard. "But it's gonna take Ruben to do it." She pauses, a bit sad. "I just wanna see him healthy."
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