I saw a speech by some fat guy a while back and that's exactly what I was thinking. He was talking about his dad dying fairly young of a heart attack and how rough it was for the family. And the dude's obese. Not to the point of immobility, but well past the point where anyone could think he was 'just' overweight.  It was a little annoying that anyone had sympathy past that point. Being fat isn't really excusable for anyone. But when one of your earlier memories is a fat related death? Then you grew up with every possible warning that anyone could hope for. I mean hell, I just saw an uncle die of lung cancer and it scared me off smoking pretty much anything. But a parent dying of something when you're a kid? I just don't get how anyone could look at themselves in the mirror knowing that they were chasing the same thing that killed a parent.