I have a friend who is grossly overweight. I have known him and his ex wife since schooldays. I feel he is comfort eating. He is a professional man, very intelligent, good company and very kind. But he is ballooning.
He likes a drink and he has a hearty appetite, but not a sweet tooth. He doesn't eat puddings or cakes and biscuits, but chips, bread, potatoes, pasta, fry-ups, in large portions - and beer and whisky nightcaps are his downfall.
He is not stupid. He knows all about healthy eating and the perils of being obese (Don't we all?)
I see it as a death wish almost. I have no idea why he doesn't rein himself in. He has got so much going for him in terms of good lifestyle, etc. I wonder if the lack of 'love' in his life means he feels OK to love his food instead. He is such a lovely, warm-hearted, generous man but he doesn't even consider finding himself another partner.
He often says we all die of something. I do feel he has an addiction, a mental problem because I can think of no other reason why he doesn't take stock and try to lose weight.
I need to lose weight but find social occasions hard to get through. I tell myself a little of what you fancy does you good - constant denial does wreck your thinking about food I feel. I have the strength to stock the house with mainly healthy foods and not buy those that tempt me, but not everyone does.
I think addiction to food is a huge problem and maybe we have to stop writing off those who find it hard to lose weight. We seem to have more time and sympathy for drug addicts. Fat people are written off as slobs.