The problem with being overweight is that food is both the source of your problem and the source of comfort.
As a child, my parents ending up locking the pantry doors (this was before the advent of childlocks) because if allowed, I would just eat and eat and eat. It’s like I don’t have the mechanism that tells me I’ve had sufficient.
As a child, my parents closely monitored my weight, taking great displeasure in any gains and making me feel ugly, unloveable and ashamed. I was not allowed to eat without permission and was denied the treats that my brothers and parents enjoyed.
As a result, I’d ‘steal’ food from the kitchen and scoff it down in private in my bedroom. Food became something that I yearned for but wasn’t allowed, so any opportunity for free access to food resulted in bingeing before I was caught.
By making food both the enemy and the thing I wanted most, I was constantly struggling. In many ways, I wasn’t enjoying the food I was binge eating - you’re trying to eat so fast, there’s no enjoyment of the taste, the texture, the smell. It’s just about eating as much as you can at the time. There’s little pleasure in the actual eating, only in satisfying the inner voice that’s saying “Feed me!”
As an adult, I’m now obese. I’ve gone through periods of being just a bit overweight (thanks, bulemia!) to being extremely obese. Over my adult years, I’ve learnt to control my eating by learning about portion sizes, doing the points program with weight watchers, and observing how much other people eat and trying to match that.
My cholesterol and blood sugar levels are well within the healthy ranges and I don’t knowingly suffer any health issues as a result of my weight at present.
I’m constantly fighting a battle where my body is telling me EAT EAT! I WANT FOOD! yet I know I have had my daily ‘allowance’ and shouldn’t eat anymore. But that inner voice is really strong, and sometimes I give in to temptation. When I’m eating to my points, I don’t ever feel ‘satisfied’ in the way that others feel (I’ve asked several friends and my husband), I always want more more more.
When I’m not thinking about how fat I am, I’m thinking about what I could eat. I don’t seem to be able to stop those voices goading me to eat. I try to keep busy with social activities, work, and exercise, but any down time means those voices come back.
OK, by now you’re probably thinking ‘what a mental’, but from other overweight people I’ve known over the years, this is a pretty common scenario.