Ok, so I hope this doesn't come across too harshly, because I am in your friends shoes. Outwardly, our life is perfect. We earn good money, we have nice things, nice cars, a nice home, and I appear happy to most who meet me.
I've been big since I was about 18. I decided to stop making myself so miserable by being obsessed with the latest diet. I put on weight, fairly quickly and a lot.
I was struggling to conceive a second child, the Drs never said maybe it's your weight, until I was morbidly obese. I shrugged it off, attempted half heartedly to lose weight.
Told myself but I'm not really in bad health, and even skinny women get PCOS. So it's not really my weight (I know it's BS and 100% my weight)
So I kind of went on for a few years, thinking I was in perfect health, when a Dr said, we've not checked your blood pressure, let's check it. I was told they needed to check again the next day because it may have been artificially high. Well the next day I was put on blood pressure medication. Then I started to get abscesses where clothes rubbed against my skin. All of last summer I was back and forth to the Drs, about abscesses that wouldn't heal and abscesses that were new. Every month or so I was asked to go for blood tests to see if I was diabetic.
This year I've had two chest infections after minor viral infections that have been hell to get rid of, and my asthma has seemingly overnight gone from being almost non existent to nowhere near under control.
It's scary just how quickly the health problems have mounted up. I've just turned 28 and am only on the cusp of morbid obesity now.
I May be really unlucky, but I am reminded every time I'm unwell that this is an issue with very overweight patients. I'm losing the weight as quickly as I can and am looking into surgical options to stop me being able to put the weight back on. I don't want to continue my life feeling as unwell as I do.