I definitely comfort eat. If I am stressed ie. teenager stropping with me so I have to confront, be firm, discipline etc. I get a physical urge to quell the unpleasant, tight knot in my stomach with food...quickly. Stops me crying. So that usually means a fistful of cereal or slices of bread/toast and it’s almost frenzied.
That is compounded by no ‘off’ button when it comes to appetite but especially to heavy carbs ie. potatoes, pasta, pastry, bread anything with starchy ‘weight’ to it. My partner pointed this out to me. I can eat and eat and eat and have no urge to stop other than feeling embarrassed.
Low-level depression when food becomes a distraction ‘something to do’, to ‘delay’ jobs I don’t want to do and general unhappiness. And then booze. Which again is drank in vast quantities in an addictive way with no ‘off’ switch.
I was a slim teenager hovering around 8 stone and then weight began creeping on at 19 when I went on the pill for a year. Next two decades wavered between 9 and half stone to 12 and half. 40s-50s maxed out at 13 and a half, mid-50s now and have peaked at 15 and a half stone over lockdown. One or two periods within this I have got down to 9st-10 st by dieting or being in a stressful job that meant I felt too sick to eat but the weight always comed back with a vengeance.
Now it’s a bloody mental battle not helped by the menopause. And the fact that I do the sums and projections and know that, even if I’m super strict, it will take me over a year to get to a weight that I considered obscenely fat when I was in my 30s so I can’t celebrate losing a stone, 2 stone, 3 stone or 4 stone even because that will still be deemed fat and that makes me depressed and defeatist.
I know I overeat. I know I drink too much. I know exercise is hard and I worry about having a stroke or a heart attack if I over exert myself and it becomes a catch 22.
Currently I am low-carbing (again) and have been alcohol-free For 6 weeks. Trouble is, I don’t feel like me. I feel like someone who is pretending to be someone else and that somehow fatness is my lot in life.
It’s as much a mental thing for me as a physical state. I’m utterly ashamed by it.