My mother is 56 and she's been class 3 morbidly obese since she was 25.  Her health hasn't degraded until 8 years ago, and that's just genetic luck. She never got diabetes.  Still, she was super jealous of everyone (she punched me in the face for fitting nicely in a small swimsuit for a pool party.  I was only 15.) and miserable nearly all of the time.  She liked to brag about how active she was and did eat a lot of vegetables.  But, she also drowned herself in calories by treating herself so frequently that building and maintaining 400+ pounds wasn't difficult for her.  Horrible to be around due to how nasty she was to anyone normal, she never had steady friends except for those who thrived on gossip and bitterness. All that said, this is why I call bullshit on fats eating healthy and don't have health problems yet.  Personal experience with a "muh doc says im fine" has me rolling my eyes.  That steamed broccoli and 3 hours 6 days a week at the gym didn't do shit since you drank and ate 30, 000 calories each weekend in treating yourself, mom.