Don't ever fucking say "My fat doesn't affect you." My fiance's father is a big guy all around. Tall, big personality... And fat. My SO hates that. Always worried about him, his health, his happiness. His dad used to be "gruff", now he's just grumpy. He used to be active, now he has diabetes and an infected foot. The man is a god damn multi-medical-doctorate and can't not be fat somehow. He nearly lost the foot last year. An amazing surgeon saved it. He still hasn't lost weight. Today, my fiance got a phone call from his mother. His dad's kidneys aren't working properly, the leg is infected up to the knee, and he had a heart attack. He seems stable now, but we had to rush to take off work for the weekend so we can go be with his family. Fiance's sister is getting married this fall. Best case scenario, her father rolls down the aisle next to her on a wheelchair, likely without a lower leg. Worst case, he's not there. This is her wedding, and she may have to have it without him. She's the quintessential daddy's girl. I want to cry for her just thinking about it. My fiance doesn't see eye to eye with his dad on a lot of things, but I know this is killing him inside. He wants to hop in the car right now and drive down, but we can't. I can't even think of our wedding in a year and a half - chances of him still being around at that point? This, all because he couldn't be arsed to lose some god damn weight. "My fat doesn't affect you." Bullshit it doesn't. "Fat can be healthy." Fuck off. This is what fucking happens when you're fat. You risk dying without seeing your children get married. You risk hurting them every time you get sick or hurt, because they don't know if you'll survive. You risk leaving your sweet, scared, loving spouse behind, after they tried so hard to help you be healthy. You make your family resentful, that you cared more about food than staying alive to take part in their lives. Your fat affects everyone.