A Song of Beetus and Gunetiks I've been a lurker on here since FPH was still on Reddit. Just recently, I finally got the guts to make an account. Some background about me, most of my family is fat, and for the longest time, I never thought anything of it. Shoot, even my parents were on the large side. I always heard, "We have such a busy lifestyle" and "It's just how our genetics made us to be" (even though I'm thin, right...). I thought nothing of this until one day in 8th grade. School had just released, and I eagerly ran to my Dad's car. I wondered what fun and exciting things we would talk about after-school. But this day was different. He didn't seem his usual happy-go-lucky self. Also, there was a strange looking bag in the back seat. As I situated myself in the seat of the car, I asked my father what was wrong. What he told me next sent me into tears. At his doctor's appointment that morning, they found out he had diabetes, as well as high blood pressure and cholesterol. I will love my father no matter what, but I just couldn't believe he did this to himself. This event has thus planted a seed of hatred in my heart for the lack of responsibility and regard of well-being so often seen in fat people. Since that event, my family has been eating healthier, and, oh my gosh, my dad lost 50 pounds! (But I guess it was just his gunetiks, right?) The sad thing is that this was all so easily preventable, but unfortunately the most influential person in my life had to wait until he was diagnosed with a health condition to change his life.