The Holidays and my soon-to-be amputee father Don't get me wrong here, I love both of my parents. The healthy one and the....blob other one. update for this post: https://voat.co/v/fatpeoplehate/1368988 Moving on, its the Holidays. Christmas is approaching, beetus filled dinners and over-stuffing are abound. As it is a pork roast that could feed six for two or three dinners possibly more lasts only one without left-overs. Who devours 3/4s of this pork roast without giving a second thought to its size the portion or the person? You guess it, poor circulation/crushed knees/seepy legs sitting on a flimsy metal trooper of a kitchen chair.  I like my junk food as much as the next guy (or gal), but at 128pounds/20% bf/5'7 1/2 I think I'm doing well for myself. I'm not lazy and understand diet and exercise.  It's unfathomable to see what I have been playing before my eyes. You can barely walk the length of this small two person home without becoming winded. I can't respect this. The only thing being brought to me by your slowly decaying presence is worry and the general uncaring you bring to the table is beyond infuriating.  It's annoying and I believe more trouble then its worth, but a child will always care for their parents. It's pure instinct, by nature we're supposed to want to, but christ I've been trying to emotionally cut myself off from him since I was a kid sitting on my bedroom floor playing barbies.  I hate this situation he's created. I hate that he's fat and I hate that he's given up. It's disgusting, shameful, and no example for me or the rest of my siblings.  **You can't lay on your back because you're so fat you can't breathe.  Your own body has the capacity to suffocate you. Your knees crack under your weight. YOU CANT BREATHE WITHOUT A MACHINE AT NIGHT** I can't be nice, nor subtle with him. I've tried, everyone has tried. For every ten pounds he's lost, he gains forty.  So, in order to end this weird ramble-y vent post....I'm going to put the burden of his fat-ass back on him. It's time to just go cold. If he wants seconds and thirds, disapprove blunt and loudly. If he says three types of meat at a truckstop is a meal, or even acceptable in one day, talk about the healthy veggie-filled salad I always make I could go on so for my last little statement I'd like to point something out - your poor health will land you dead or near it before I even have children