She really is.
Each camp was 2 or 3 soap/reality type celebs, and the rest wood be tubby teens and young adults generally from incredibly wealthy families who's parents were effectively sending them to fat camp.
We were fucking good, people would lose over a stone in a week. It was very expensive, luxury accommodation, novelty celebs, but we really got results too.
Food was a big problem. Everyone was on a private chef strictly controlled eating plan. Day 4 people got two squares of dark chocolate and would covet them for about an hour. Craving certain foods was a really difficult part, hard to explain how your body fixates unless you've been through it. I guess similar to I'm a Celeb in the jungle when they've been in rice for 3 weeks then win a donut. People get through it by banding together as a team. It's actually very effective in forging strong support bonds between each other and strengthens spirits enormously.
Anyway, in the second week, Gemma Collins, who made a fucking ordeal out of everything, even the walk to the lawns for warm ups, decided she'd order pizza. To her room. And everyone in those bedrooms could smell it. She thought she was hilarious. People who had saved up and come to seriously lose weight were in tears. Literally. It's agonising when your body is in pieces from 10hrs of exercise and crying out for carbs.
She laughed in their faces. One of the trainers went fucking ballistic at her. She ran off, "no one talks to me like that". Skulked off in the middle of the night like a spoilt child. Awful individual.