Asalamu Alaykum ,
In my English class this past semester, it seems that all of our class discussions and writings were based on Obesity; whether it was how the Government should intervene to help get a handle on obesity, what responsibility the food industry has on the growing epidemic, or putting a label on obesity in general. In all of these discussions the only thing that continued to run in my mind was “People Please…It’s Not about the Food”.
No matter the eating disorder whether it is obesity or bulimia, it’s simply not about the food. There is always an underlying hurt, handicap, or pain there to cause these issues. I don’t feel one wants to be fat and get taunted daily or get very skinny to fit in with the in crowd. It’s an Emotional Eating disorder and its something happening or something that has happened to these victims that trigger this type of behavior. Lots of men and women suffer from emotional eating disorders; I was one whom went through this situation and still struggle with it at times. I would use eating as a way to deal with and control emotions or negative feelings. No matter if I was celebrating or if I was feeling sad. I used food as a healer, to distress, or to simply forget what I wanted to stop thinking about. I saw it as an embarrassment to talk to someone about it, so most just looked at me as being greedy, when that surely was not the case. Out of desperation to save myself, I really had to look inside myself as see why I was using food as my companion. After looking back on my old journals I realized it was because I never loved me they way I should have. I always loved and nurtured others and eventually I was burned out and down on me because I did not love and nurture my own self and I expected that the love and consideration I gave out would be returned, in which of course it was not. I taught people how to treat me because I accepted whatever they hashed out and kept forgiving and loving. I say all that to say it turned me from this generous, friendly, and outgoing person to a bitter, cautious, women with a do not enter sign on my heart and a Emotional Eater. Food was my friend. Food did not lie, use, or disappoint me. But I soon had to realize food was also not my friend; because the same food that made me feel all better inside, could also kill me one day.
I thank God that this was a disorder I was able to overcome and start to enjoy life again. I recognized I was going through a deep depression that needed immediate attention. But I did the work, got all better, and I’m good now. I still like food and will go in at times, but I snap back and get it under control, good thing is I know it’s no longer emotional eating it’s me pigging out with my teenager on our movie nights..lol.
If you are one suffering from this disorder, I urge you to seek the help that you see fit. I have included a link below for those needing help with this situation.