My mother is an addict who switched addictions as well.  She did crack but managed to stop when I was young.  She started eating in it's place and is now morbidly obese.  I respect my Mom for being able to put down the crack pipe and make a career and life for herself, but I hate that it was replaced with fat logic and twinkies.  She has also recently started drinking a lot with a new crowd of friends.  I just avoid her.  She always wants to go o  58b2  ut to restaurants and bars when she visits and I want to be able to make my morning run.  We're very different people.  At least she isn't a crab to me about it usually, but she acts like my fitness makes her sad which pisses me off. Also she put my running sneakers on the last time she was babysitting my son and stretched them out.  I had to shell out for new ones or risk injury.  Hams do ruin everything, even when you can't bring yourself to truly hate that person.  (I know, I know, throw me out for not saying I hate my Mom if you want, but I wasn't raised that way!)