I've posted about it here before, but I have a former friend who is...obeast isn't even enough of a word. He is the kind of person that shows up on My 600 lb Life or something, as he is easily 600+, and cannot even leave his own trailer now. A few years ago, as I watched him ballooning in weight, I sat him down and told him very bluntly what his future held. Diabetes, the weeping sores on his legs, the inability to move or leave his house, wipe his own ass, and eventually his own death. I told him that I would do whatever I could to help, I even offered to COOK AND BRING his meals to him. I just required that he try, that he take the first steps on his own, to save his own life. I told him that if he didn't do that, that he and I would no longer be friends, because I refused to watch him kill himself. He never made any effort to change. Instead he blamed everything on anyone and anything he could. So, I am no longer his friend, and I no longer pity fat people.