I'm 20, a guy. Really fat. 320 pounds at 6'1''.

My family is very skinny and health oriented, I'm not. My parents didn't use to be but they did when I was around twelve and it's sort of been a big tension since. Everyone else in my family is really active into fitness/eating healthy, parents, two older sisters, older brother. I'm not. 

I've always been really fat. Was big as a kid. Parents gave older siblings a lot more attention than me generally and never really signed me up for sports/cared about what I ate, so I got big at five and stayed big. I'm cool with it. Got bullied a lot but otherwise it never really made a substantial difference beyond not being able to be good at sports, etc. I like eating unhealthy amounts of food and I'm fine with making my life a little shorter to keep doing it, and I hate, hate exercise. I'm fine with being a big guy and it's part of my identity in a lot of ways. 

Predictably my family doesn't like this. Again, big sports team/club family, gym rats, healthy eaters. They've really been bugging me with health concerns about it and I generally have just joked around them because when I haven't in the past it's started arguments and I hated getting into arguments with my otherwise very peaceful family.

I came home for a visit where everyone was visiting this last weekend and they basically held an intervention for me. About being fat. Again, not doing drugs, not going on crazed rampages, I just eat a lot of Taco Bell and look like I live in a van down by the river.

It was like from TV. They were all sitting down in circle and they basically sat and told me how they felt I was "missing out" on life. It was basically "you aren't active and you can't run with us and you are out of breath and you never had a girlfriend and it makes me feel sad". Most of that is true (I'm gay and have yet to come out to my family, which makes that bit of it more awkward, although I admittedly haven't been in too many relationships either way) but none of those are reasons why you hold an intervention. Then my dad pulls out statistics and tries to bludgeon me and I got really embarrassed at a certain point and just got up and then got in my car and left. Both my sisters were crying and they all kept saying how they "felt responsible" (which in a certain way is true of my parents, but it's not something I like "blame" them for) and it was so dramatic i felt more like it was like I had been in a DUI and killed people instead of being just being sort of ugly.

I don't know. I haven't spoken to them since friday, which is an incredibly long time to go without talking in my family. They've sent me a lot of texts and I've been ignoring them. I don't agree with their message but I understand they had good intentions but fuck it was so awkward and embarrassing and I'm really really angry at them. I feel guilty for leaving like that but jeez.

I'm not the asshole for just booking it right?