Yeah, his life before me was just, to be blunt, gross. He's improved a lot (except that he joined me in my cake/cookies attack). Before me, he ate nothing but fast food and prepackaged junk; he had naps throughout the day and night rather than sleeping all night; he never got any exercise. He says he was fairly healthy until he hit his 20s and was out drinking every night and eating hangover food every day. He quit drinking when his 20s ended but the weight has stayed.
But he grew up in a family where there were often no fruits or veggies in the house, all the meat and starches were deep fried, and everyone was ginormous. I don't know how much his brothers weigh; I know they wear size 6x and his one brother has to go to the hospital whenever he wants to get weighed because it's the only place in town with a strong enough scale. Last I heard he was almost 600 pounds (and an alcoholic diabetic). His brothers can't stand seeing him making healthy choices when they're doing nothing. They even have said "you think you're better than us, you're a snob" because he doesn't have diabetes. It's a mess.
I had the opposite growing up; my mom was always skin and bones and I was a chubby kid and she'd put me down for being fat while sticking big plates of spaghetti in front of me. When I slimmed down in high school she refused to see it and still called me fat because I was over 100 pounds. She briefly went up to about 140 when she hit menopause, and lost it by eating one bunch of broccoli a day for two months. Broccoli's healthy so that's the right way to lose weight, right? RIGHT? I've got my own set of crazy family issues, haha.