I've just read this article on the BBC. I know it sounds daft, but when I finished reading I had a little cry.
I'm 49 and I've been everything from a size 8 to a size 30 and all sorts of permutations in between, many times over. I've spent all my adult life trying to lose weight and have been treated for anorexia and binge eating. I cannot maintain a healthy weight, however hard I try. The longest I've been a healthy weight for was about a year in my 30s, which led to anorexia, following which I shot up to 18st. I'm currently about 15st (I don't own scales) and a size 20. At my heaviest, in my 20s, I was 21st. At my lightest, 7st 5lbs.
Everyone in my family is or was obese. My mother and aunties were on diets constantly but were always obese. They all died in their 60s due to health issues connected to their obesity.
I so, so desperately want to break this cycle. This article made me feel incredibly sad, because for the first time my weight struggles (and those of my family) made sense but also seemed hopeless. It also comforted me a bit, because for decades I've blamed and hated myself for the state I'm in. I'm currently eating no more than 1600 calories a day but the weight isn't shifting - in fact I seem to be putting it on. I'm disabled (rheumatoid arthritis) so can't exercise.
The narrative that obesity is about laziness and greed is incredibly hurtful and ignorant. This article appears to prove that for some people, it really is an illness that we have little control over. As I say, depressing and comforting in equal measure.