My Obeast dad...I've lost all hope for him So my obeast dad is in his mid 50's, and he had to get an EKG or some kind of heart screening thing. Anyway, the doctor said and I quote "You have no immediate pressing heart problems", so my dad has taken that to mean "my heart is perfectly healthy! look at how healthy I am guys I'm healthy the doctor said so!!" So the other day, I was at dinner with my parents, and my dad ordered some cheese and grease and butter covered monstrosity, with of course a giant sweet tea. My mom said something along the lines of "you know you can drink water instead...there's a reason you had a polyp in your colon and had that cancer scare" "I don't need less sweet tea if anything I need more! It's just flavored water anyway" (he knows it's full of sugar, he's just trying to turn it into a joke so he can ease people into getting his way without complaining). "The doctor even said my heart is perfectly healthy! I have papers to prove it!!" (again still trying to make it all into some joke...) Sigh, I've pretty much fully accepted that my dad won't live to see his grandkids, but there's nothing any of us can do about that anymore. He's an adult and this is the life he's chosen. He's about 6'1", 300 lbs. What really makes me sad is that, even though I loved sports and I loved physical activity, by the time I was born (I'm the yongest) he was getting kind of old and had already packed on a few pounds so he couldn't play outside or play any kind of sports with me...so I became a hermit because that's what I saw him do. Sit on the computer all day during his free time. I was still fairly active in comparison to my peers but not as active as I really wanted to be. Now that I'm in my 20s, I love going to the gym and playing basketball, lifting weights, playing racquetball, rock climbing, the obstacle courses, I love it all and can't get enough. But hey, according to these HAES advocates his fat doesn't affect anyone but himself.......why do I care right....