I know a dude who’s legs are purple from the knees down. He weighs around 400 pounds, slams sugar all the time, and doesn’t care.
I am not friends with him; his personality and lack of self care as well as caring for himself, despite having a wife, kids, and parents who love him are beyond the limits of my compassion. At some point I feel like we have to take ownership of our own lives and at least try.
Before I get swarmed with responses about depression, how hard is it, etc., he has a massive support group. Every time he gets more assistance, he accepts it and just continues as he is.
Sorry, but it looks like burned pancakes with mustard and swimming in a pool of whisky. You need to cook them at a lower temp. I’m going to make some for breakfast right now just to get this image out of my head. I’ll even make eggs to go with it like you did.
Edit: here are mine. I dislike peanut butter on pancakes, but I’m doing it.