Mom spews fat logic (Rant) So I'm currently at the doctor'a office for a follow up on my new PCOS medicine. I lost even more weight (my BMI was 20 last time I checked, my goal is 18.5, the minimum), yay me, and feel beautiful. Well I was telling my obese mother about my exercise routines and such. She was like "don't look at the number on the scale, muscle weighs more than fat. BMI's don't matter." I was appalled by this. I asked the nurse to explain how weight and muscle really work and how BMI's work. My mother still refused to understand. Asking me for praise cuz she's "walking more than usual" and "doesn't eat sweets or carbs". I sat and watcheD her eat a giant bowl of rice coated in butter last night. I love her for being mom, but I hate her fat that just sits there. I refuse to sponge bathe her so her best friend has to do it. She can't bathe herself for God sakes! She always smells awful too. It's disgusting. She won't even go on park strolls with me because it's too tiring after one lap. -_- Come on mother! It's like all this healthy info and tips I give her can't penetrate her fat around her skull. She's 40 and needs an oxygen machine. I can't stand just watching her die, but she's doing it to herself and it pisses me off. I've flat out told her I hate fat people and it doesn't faze her. I tell her all the time to lose weight or she won't live long enough to see me married or meet her grand kids.