I am so sick of hams using low blood sugar and genetics as an excuse to gorge themselves! Due to a medical condition, my boyfriend suffers from hypoglycemia (non-diabetic). Eating frequently helps him a lot, but he doesn't use it as an excuse to shovel food down his throat. When it really hits, he will shake, his vision will blur, and he will get extremely light headed. To counteract this, he just breaks up his meals throughout the day. Instead of eating three full meals, he breaks them into five or six unless we have plans to go out to dinner or brunch with his mom or something along those lines. On the occasions that this doesn't help, he usually always has a banana or a cup of strawberries in his bag to munch on. I also carry glucose tabs in my purse for him. Not once has he ever used his low blood sugar as an excuse to gorge on junk or fast food. He eats very well and works out around 4-5 times a week depending on his school schedule. In addition to all this, my boyfriend is a former fat. You would never be able to tell now, as he is very fit, but when he was around 8-13 he was fat as hell. He was an only child with an abusive alcoholic fat fuck of a father, yet he never claims this caused emotional binge eating or anything. His parents are both morbidly obese smokers who eat out for almost every meal. My boyfriend swears he hasn't seen his dad drink a glass of water in probably about four years. He only drinks mountain dew, sweet tea, or coffee which has 6 spoonfuls of creamer and 2-3 packets of sugar. He also desperately needs a knee replacement surgery, as his knee is basically just scraping bone at this point and he can barely walk. Yet he refuses to get the surgery (the doctor says his leg will buckle out from under him one of these days) because the doctor said he has to lose weight before he can operate. So naturally, instead of losing weight, he is just going to walk less and not get it done.  Despite no access to healthy food at his house and his parents' sedentary lifestyle, my boyfriend was determined to stop being a fat fuck and joined a basketball team, did as many home workouts as he could manage, and would run every single day for at least an hour. When he reached high school he had slimmed down, kept working out, and became the captain of his track team. His parents though? Still dying of fat. His dad can't walk across the length of his house without huffing and puffing and forces my boyfriend to come home from college to do any and all manual labor. This man is not old. He hasn't even reached 50. My father is 68 and still does extreme yard work and woodworking almost every day. This man can/will not even pick up a flower pot to move it 20 feet to the garage. It drives me nuts. Every time I go over there, his parents are shoveling food at us. We're going out to eat in 30 minutes? Well we better break out the cheese platter and eat before we get there. The first time we went out to dinner I ordered a chicken caesar salad and his parents spent the entire time talking about how I was too skinny and needed to eat more and not to be embarrassed about eating in front of them. My boyfriend ordered some grilled chicken with broccoli and a baked potato and they kept trying to get him to have some of their appetizers and dessert. I have never seen them leave a restaurant without getting dessert. I am just so glad my boyfriend is out of that lifestyle and environment and that he grew up and became the shitlord he is today. Sorry for this rant but I just had to get it all out!