Overeaters are not a “victim” of anyone but it is definitely a form of mental illness.
I was once morbidly obese and could not stop even when losing everyone close to me and facing death.
Junk food addiction is very real. Especially when the mind is molded by it from a young age.
Some people’s minds are prone to being hijacked by these unnatural pleasure-giving substances and they lose control. Just like others are prone to being controlled by gambling, drugs and commercial sex. They even become blind to death seeking the pleasure.
Today I’m a healthy weight and can run marathons but it took a heart attack and months of someone watching me 24/7 until the insane cravings finally stopped. Once my brain chemistry was restored, I felt like an entirely different person.
I tried for years knowing I would die if I didn’t but junk food is always just a mouse-click away and I could not stop without help.
All it takes is a 1 minute lapse in judgement in an *entire day* and you have boxes of fattening junk at your door that erase a week worth of exercise. Exactly what happened to this man
Thanks for sharing that.
Me too - And I am still fighting weight. For me it was pain. I got well over 450lbs on a plate of food per day. It hurt too bad to move, so I didn't move. I spent 7 years in bed, in a wheelchair, or on a couch in my bedroom, with very few exceptions. And even without the junk food fetish you describe, once one is fat enough to make moving difficult, it becomes incredibly difficult to lose weight. It isn't so much the calories, but rather the sedentary condition, and the lifestyle that engenders.
Today I’m a healthy weight and can run marathons but it took a heart attack and months of someone watching me 24/7 until the insane cravings finally stopped. Once my brain chemistry was restored, I felt like an entirely different person.
When the pain left me (God is good!, A miracle story for another day) I began to walk it off... It was, by far, the most difficult thing I have ever done. Congratulations on your success, from one who knows exactly how understated your comment is. It is nothing short of conquering. And that in a thankless environment where successes are tiny and so incremental that no one else can even see them, and where defeat lurks at every turn...
Kudos to you! I may never run a marathon again, but that you did (and do) is an inspiration.