My mom is a thin health nut, and my dad is a chubby doctor.  They are mormon, so their idea of eating collided and my dads won.  While my mom is still gorgeous, thin, and active, my dad is suffering from his poor choices before. He lost weight, but is still fat so fuck him.  However, their eating habits exctended to use. On vacation?  Let's get some Wendys.  Sure, you can get a large fry and 10 nuggets.  Oh, you want a 3/4lb burger?  Sure!  Because of how I ate, I never went over a BMI of 24, and everyone in my family is still thin, besides my fatass dad, but I got the fattest.  Around a BMI of 27, I was miserable.  My arthritis was so painful, and the prednisone I was given was making me overeat.  My parents were still fine with my weight, and didn't see a problem when I tipped the scales at 210 after 6 months, gaining around 10lbs a month.  I lost the weight and learned how to eat healthy when I turned 18, but a lot of parents don't actively teach their children how to eat and we suffer the consequences.