I've gained a lot of weight these past 24 months due to emotional eating. I've always been an emotional eater, but since I've hit my 30s (I'm 32), I've noticed that I gain weight easily and can't seem to lose it like I once was able to in my early 20s.
I know I've been turning to food for comfort these past 2 years because my father has fallen ill and my family and I are waiting for a matching heart to become available so that he can live more years in this life. The stress is always constant even on days where I think I'm having an overall good day.
Anyway, I finally had a chance to go to the mall the other day in order to purchase a few work clothes since it's been so long. My body is strange...I've very small on top (size 36A cup), but I'm very bottom heavy. I have 40% body fat. I was trying on some pants in the fitting room and noticed just how drastically my body has changed from all the emotional eating.

Under the fitting room light, I first identified cellulite on the back AND front of my legs (up until the other day, I did not know I had it in the front too)....and let's not even talk about much I have on my butt!

I had to go back and select bigger pants because I've gained more weight from the last time I went out shopping....which hasn't been in 6 months....I hate to shop because nothing looks good on me anymore.
I got so upset because nothing looked "right" on me. I just left the mall quickly and broke down crying in my car. People have mentioned my rapid weight gain...some folks are more polite about commenting about my weight than others of course. What gets to me is how certain people, like my mother, comment on my weight gain yet she is bigger than me! Her excuse is that she's old now (she's only in her mid 50s) and married, so it doesn't matter. WTF?
Anyway, I've NEVER been this bad before about gaining weight. Granted, I've been under a lot of stress with my dad being sick, but that's no excuse to turn to food, right? I've currently going to a therapist to deal with all of this....she tells me to start a food journal. I've been writing in my food journal, but it hasn't helped me from emotionally eating.
I'm trying to figure out why I'm punishing myself by turning to food even when I'm not hungry. I eat when I'm stressed (which is all the time right now), I eat when I'm bored....when I'm upset. I also lost my best friend's friendship earlier this year, which has been real hard on me. Specifically, she got upset with me for having to pull out of her wedding as maid of honor because my dad fell ill and I wanted/needed to support my family. She uninvited me to her wedding and completely stopped talking to me. This fall out occured 5 months ago. It was a very sad end to an 11 year friendship. So I've been hurting all in more than 1 area in my life.
I don't know how to be my own best friend. Food is my best friend. I feel SO good when I eat even though it's just temporary.
I'm just looking for support. Because my father is ill, I've moved back in with my parents to give them emotional support. As bad as this sounds, I have feelings of resentment towards my family for me having to give up my life (fyi...I've dropped down to part-time work status and I've given up my social life...I've only had the opportunity to hang out with people just once this summer...all other weekends have been stuck in the house with them). I'm just mentally tired and I turn to food because of it. As a result, my weight has gone up quickly and I just can't seem to lose even 5 solid pounds anymore.
I went to the doctor to see if it was a thyroid problem, but the blood work came back negative. The doctor said I just needed to adapt to a healthy lifestyle.
I don't what else to do. Journaling doesn't seem to help. I sporadically go to the gym and get on the eliptical machine for 35 to 45 minutes. I'm trying to build up my endurance and stay on there for at least 60 minutes. In terms of eating right instead of resorting to eating out....that's a difficult one because I simply crave certain fast foods. I have cut back on eating out a lot, but the weight has not gone down. My weight has been the same.
I'm lost myself. I've lost control. Just see the attachment and take a look at how fat I am now!

I want to go back to the way things were 2 years ago...both emotionally and physically. I want my dad to be healthy again and I want to get my life back! I see all these other women post their beautiful pictures of their transformation from fat to fab and, instead of feeling motiviated, I feel more depressed about the way I look....instead of thinking "if she can do it, then I can do it!", I think "Wow, look at her! She lost 100 pounds and I can't even seem to lose a solid 5 pounds. I'm SUCH a loser."