High functioning alcoholic and obese mother in law not learning a fucking thing. Fatties gonna fat, y'all. My mother in law has the beetus. Just had it diagnosed this week. Comes as a surprise to nobody at all because she has literally been at least a UK size 18 for the entire time I've known her and constantly on and off various diets. Her latest one has been "slim and save" which is just meal replacement bullshit, but made a massive song and dance about ketosis, with a fuckload of fat logic thrown in about the fact that she is basically an alky who can't say no to a drink. A sample quote "Well the diet says I have to reintroduce carbs before I drink so I'm not going on holiday and not drinking...". She is full of shit and now she's gone and got herself an illness. When my son was born 6 months ago she was so horrified by pictures of her holding him that she decided to lose the weight. She gave herself a target of 5 stone, which is reasonable. She did make some progress, which was great, but then went on holiday and several glasses of wine clearly taste a lot better than skinny feels. She also has a thing for chips which she does in this actifry contraption under the mistaken delusion that they are "healthier". Yeah they are healthier than done in a deep fat fryer, but what would be even healthier is DON'T EAT A LOAD OF FUCKING CHIPS! So anyway I think she lost about 20lb overall and I think she's put back on about 10. In the same amount of time I've lost 2 stone of baby weight, and I'm lighter than before pregnancy and about 2lb off what I was on my wedding day because I committed to vastly reducing the amount of sugar and refined carbohydrate in my diet. It's not like it's hard. My husband and I had a bit of a shitlording session when she came to stay a few weeks ago where we told her to cut the carbs, and look how well I'd done by doing that! She came out with some shit about genetuks and metabolism and how good her diet is and all her fatlogicish things that she'd definitely been doing so the fact she was still fat was just a total mystery! I just can't contend with a) the fat logic and b) the alcoholism. I have literally sat there and had one glass of wine where she has polished off a bottle to herself. There have also been a few times where I have been asked to drive her car home because she knows I don't generally drink a lot (one or two glasses of wine over the course of hours) and she's had too much. She eats crap but I'm convinced it's the drinking that's doing the most harm. Well now she's made herself ill with it, and she still sat there at the weekend and drank at least 4 glasses of wine in the space of an afternoon sat in her daughter's house. She still trundled out the cakes on sunday afternoon. She will have a miserable medicalised middle age and early death, and why? Because she couldn't go without a drink. It's utterly fucking pathetic.