My GP told me I was 'a bit tubby' which is an understatement. I used to be tiny when I was young, with a poor appetite. When I met my OH I gradually and unconsciously matched my food intake to his, which wasn't good. Years of waiting in hospital waiting rooms, comfort-eating and so on after the birth of DD2 who had severe health problems - all of that didn't help and I steadily put on a lot of weight to the point when I was very overweight and my MIL started commenting. I've been struggling with my weight for years, conscious of the health implications. I don't want to die early or have a stroke any more than anyone else, but sometimes emotional issues and comfort eating overcome good sense.
In my case, that is!