The best remedy for familial fats - Pushing them back altogether The holidays are near, and we all know what that often means, ignoring and shunning our more cancerous of relatives. They may be, as luck would have it, at a safe distance or even within the same home as you. Whatever the case is, remember that there's no shame in cutting out the weeds in a garden. It can be hard to do, but most times, it's just what's best!  I've already begun to chip at the bridge between my mother and I for the steady decline to diabetes. I mean, why bother regarding the fact that a shit load of others in our family suffered from diabetes when you can drink your fucking daily dose of 2 cans of coke? Why bother living another ten years? Like some of you, I've tried being patient. I've tried being of help, but when it comes to these people, there is no such thing as help. So, you know what? "If you want to eat yourself to death so badly, go ahead."  My fat fuck of a brother is already done for, so now goes the sympathetic mother. And, you know what? I couldn't give less of a shit. I write this post in support of EVERY shitlord or shitlady here who's had to distance themselves from their family, endure them or celebrate Christmas alone because of them. There is nothing better than the water of the womb when it's coated in glucose, insulin and the tears of a thirty year old manchild.