My FIL needs harsher shitlording than I can provide and still remain married to my healthy spouse. I'm officially giving up on shitlording my FIL. I've tried giving him gentle nutrition guidance. I've tried gently shitlording him. He reached an all time weights high of 212 lbs (he's 5'6") at Christmas, and his cardiologist (because he's had a heart attaxk, natch) had a "come to Jesus" talk wth him.  He came over the other day. He's GAINED eight more pounds. Like, wtf? Here's how, full of ham logic: FIL: I've been walking more than ever! Like 15,000 steps a day! Me: yes, FIL, but how's your diet? FIL: ... Me: FIL, you need to meal prep and plan! FIL: I do! But, mangia, it's so hard! And Betty brought fried chicken to the office, and I couldn't say no and hurt her 65 year old feelings, she's such a sweet lady! Me: ::face palm::  I. Give. Up. I'm off to research inheritance laws in my state. I talked it over with my spouse, and we both give up.