Am i wrong for holding a slight hatred towards my parents for letting me get so big. Ok so pretty much im 171cm tall (i dont play around with ft and inches sorry) and in my teens i peaked at 115kg. I know that i am still accountable but like come on. Ive never been the skinny kid at any point. I ran omad for about a year and only managed to get down to about 85. I cut down to 78.5 at one point and i shouldve kept going bc i still didnt like what i saw. But i let my dad and his mate talk me into eating a bit above my maintenance calories and now im back on the cut hoping to cut to at least 70kg. My dad still tells me its all in my head, as if the love handles and moobs im grabbing dont exist. (Hes as big as a house and eats nothing but crap btw so i can see why he may think i look like a greek statue compared to him) my friends keep telling me to just take the w and move on but i cant. Not until i feel that ive won. Im getting a bit off topic here but i cant help but just think ive been dealt a horrible hand.…