My Grandpa is old-school Fat Hater I spent the last week camping with my family. My 80+ year old grandpa repeatedly was dropping bombs on various family members about how they "used to be skinny" or "back when they were in shape". He was not subtle at all about it. Just blowing people up. Flat out told my sister "How can you eat that? Fast food is terrible for you and you've got quite a belly going" (and he was right). He and I bonded over discussions of adventures and hilarious feats of strength. I love that dude. The fact that I spent the whole week mountain biking and hiking made him swell with pride. It felt good to bond over our shared hatred of laziness.