Re: emotional causes of overweight (thread is moving fast).
I sort of feel like the reverse has been true for me--I started what would end up being my first successful weight loss venture (of many many failed attempts) while I was at a serious low point in my life, a couple of years ago. Horrible, horrible job, major family drama, depression, self-loathing for the weight, etc. I suppose it's possible that one reason (in addition to IF) that it turned out to be the time that worked is because I was groping around for ANYTHING I could have some control over.
But my point is that, typically in my life, that should have been the point I was drowning my sorrows in lots and lots of food. I started out miserable, and as I've lost weight (and gotten off carbs), my moods have vastly improved and stabilized, depression is gone, ability to deal with stress (formerly nil) greatly improved, etc etc etc. So I guess I'm just saying, re the "it's not what you're eating, it's what's eating you", philosophy, sometimes it's hard to tell which is the cart and which is the horse.
This said, I know a girl in her 20s who is probably getting close to morbidly obese...and based on her behavior, the way she talks, and some other cues, I often get the sinking feeling that she is one of those people who is putting on fat as a defense measure, maybe acting out something to do with past abuse. So I do recognize that it can be either chicken or egg.
I've failed to have a real opinion on the topic, I guess. WLS scares the crap out of me. I contemplated it wistfully, years ago, before I understood what it entailed, but I would have never gone through with it (too much of a sissy, terrified of medical procedures). It feels like giving up control and letting the band make the choices you don't want to make about what you put in your mouth (but I feel that way about the Jenny Craig type stuff, too). And I know what it was like, to feel that way, that I couldn't trust myself not to, well, screw myself over food-wise, and it would be so much easier if someone (or something) else controlled what I ate. But it in the end, it was just the carbs that took away my choices in the first place and turned me into a person who was constantly obsessed with food. And, apparently, shot my moods to hell most of the time.
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