It's starting... Lord Betus has sent the first sign to my dad Oh, where to even begin on this one. I guess introduce the characters. I fear this is going to turn into a series.  Me: 31 y/o former fatty. Big preacher of CICO and putting the fork down. (I knew this the entire time, but for two years I said "fuck my life" and let my weight creep higher and higher. That's another story but let it be known that I knew I was slowly killing myself). I have real conditions- RA, suspected lupus, borderline adrenal levels, hashimotos. (This is kinda important because of my mom) Mother: 54 y/o planet. 5'4 Seriously, no other words can describe her. When we signed up for the gym (that was a fun month!) she weighed 275-300-ish and has gained about 50 lbs. NP at a cardiologist's office. Yep... she sees the damage being fat does DAILY and still won't wake up. I bet she's a tumblr doctor- doesn't bring up weight loss to her patients at all. My mom has cundushions... she works at a doctor's office and refuses to get tested for anything, but believes that she has my issues because "it's genetic". Says that is why she can walk so much and not lose weight. Since I am living proof that that is false, she is constantly trying to fatten me up- gifts of ice cream/cake/ect, larger portions.  Dad- the center of this story. He works from home most of the time. Bikes a shit-ton. Not "goes to the gym and sits on a bike", but legit takes his bike out for 3 hours a day, 5 days a week. He is living proof that you can not out-run (or out-bike) a bad diet. He's prob around 250 (I'm horrible at this game) and 6'3. He has an internal defibrillator (so a really bad heart) and super high cholesterol, had prostate cancer. Goes to the doctor about once a month for different reasons- sinus infection here, routine checkup there. Lately he has been feeling bad, so he scheduled an appointment just to be sure. That's where our story begins.  Like I mentioned, I have lost a considerable amount of weight recently- last summer, I was at my all time highest weight of 215. October, I started dieting (to the tunes of "it's the holidays, you won't last" from my family). For those keeping track, that's 35.77 BMI. While I'm not where I want to be, I am now at 145 (24.13) and still dieting. This has impacted how I eat around my family, and they have taken notice. My dad is your three meals and two snacks eater- but he eats shit food constantly. Last Sunday, I was over at their place. He had:  Taco Cabana breakfast tacos: 4*260=1040 cal  cinnamon bread: (2*80)+102 (butter, 1 tsp)= 262 McDonalds burger + fries: 780+510= 1290 Braised Beef and Tortolini (Olive Garden): 1270 cake, german chocolate: 350  DAY TOTAL: 4212 (AND THAT IS WITHOUT LIQUIDS OR WHAT I MISSED So, today I got a call from my mom. She's concerned about him. He had routine blood work done and not only is his cholesterol still very high (he's on two different meds for that), he's pre-diabetic now too.  "Well, you need to eat better. Or half your portions. It's sad, but I'm not shocked" was my answer.  "You don't understand. Not everyone can lose weight easily."  "Why does it have to be easy? It's medically necessary at this point. Eat less, or die." "Well, we are going out for Mexican tonight. So I guess it will happen later" "Death, mom. Death will happen later. From something preventable. After everything that happened with (my late husband), I am shocked that you wouldn't do everything in your power to keep your husband alive. Maybe you should get him a get-better cake instead."  So... that's where we are at right now. She thinks I am being mean. Maybe I am. But fuck this shit, fuck the fat logic, and fuck everyone that thinks life should be so easy. I feel like it's the first Passover for Lord Beetus, and I am marking my door with the sweat of a thousand workouts. The plagues will be here soon. They will come for his feet. They will come for every adult that chooses to act like a child in a candy store. And honestly? I'm hardening my heart (not literally) for the inevitable.