My favorite is,  "It does not mean diet, restriction and blaming." YES IT DOES, FFS. It fucking SHOULD mean diet and restriction! (It should means blaming, too, because PorknBras did this to herself, but expecting a fatty to accept the blame for anything they do is like expecting mosquitos to apologize for making you itch.) "Diet and restriction" is exactly what it should mean, you greedy, selfish asshole. Your body is literally telling you that you have eaten so much that you have destroyed its ability to regulate necessary body functions.  What this pig should be doing is immediately planning to change its diet, start exercising, and lose the weight, instead of going, "sob At least there's meds so I can still gorge myself." Imagine telling an alcoholic with first stage liver disease that it's cool, don't worry, it does not mean restricting drinking. My (awesome shitlord) dad was told he had first stage liver disease a few months back. He hasn't had a drink since; he went from one of those little four-packs of wine a night to nothing at all overnight, done. At his last doctor visit they told him they were wrong, his blood is perfect--and was fine then, too--and he never had it at all, someone misread his results. I asked if he was going to start drinking again and he said no, he really didn't want to worry about it happening again only for real next time.  I'm so proud of him. He's been an almost-everyday drinker for about twenty years now (ETA to clarify: not an almost-everyday drunk, just drinking), but he stopped cold turkey...and here's this pig, who you know is going to listen to that, "it doesn't mean diet and restrictions," bullshit, like diet and restrictions are the worst things that could happen in the world or something. Personally I'd rather skip the half a cake for dessert if it means not having to constantly poke myself with needles, but BooksnBacon will endure any physical pain if it means she can keep shoving junk down her throat and bragging about how healthy she is.