Hell, that's partly how I got started on this whole "eating shit that won't kill me" thing. It was an extremely uncomfortable topic for me. Still is, in fact. I hate it when people mention my weight and part of me wants to gouge out their eyes and laugh at their suffering when they bring it up because its basically the crux of literally every tiny bit of hell I suffered for most of my life. I fucking hate myself, and it is pretty much the biggest factor in that. Yet, I still broached it. I accepted that its bad for me. I do not have a family history that is conducive to a long-term, healthy life as a person that was over 150 kilos. You're that heavy, and it can fucking kill you, as your risks for basically every bad physical thing possible shoots way the fuck up. A little overweight? Maybe up to 10-20 kilos over? You're not at much risk, the body does afford you some leeway, but if you're a fat fuck like me...well, yeah. That shit isn't good. Even if you don't end up dying due to your increased risk of cancer, heart attack, and stroke, you'll still end up on pain killers by the time you're 40 because your spine could no longer handle the stress on it and you ended up rupturing a disc or fracturing one of your vertebrae.
There's nothing wrong with pointing that out, because its an established freaking fact. Facts don't go away just because you don't like them. I'm like Art, I absolutely loathe health nuts who insist I need to hit the gym for several hours every day or go running or somesuch bullshit. Eat the right shit and get off your ass once in a while, and you'll be closer to your body's healthy weight. That might be 50 kilos, it might be 150. Everyone varies, but being grossly overweight is going to kick your ass when you're older. I, personally, am not gonna end up using a cane by the time I'm 40 because I want to eat a dozen burritos that make Ron Jeremy's cock look like a Vienna sausage.