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The BAD news is that a) its not easy and b) generally requires tackling areas of your life outside your eating, because usually (for me, at least) more emotional overeating takes place because life isnt going very well, and you have low self esteem for one reason or another.
That is certainly the truth there.
I gained the most weight I ever carried being with my ex. Besides going through a pregnancy, childbirth and new motherhood, he was a very neglectful, yet very subtly controlling person. He basically wanted his wife and kid, almost like they were simply collectible items, but wanted his buddies and social life more. Our house was always crowded with his friends, who would come over to play RPGs and video games all the time. His parents even took our son every single weekend after he was born so that we could spend more time together and connect after the huge change of having a newborn in the house - but all he did was invite friends over. However, when *I* wanted to go out and do anything, see friends, have fun, he'd make me feel guilty about it, like my leaving for a few hours was going to make him miss me SO much and blah blah blah.
It wasn't long after my son's birth that I think I hit some MAJOR post-partum depression that was exacerbated a thousand-fold by my ex-husband's behaviour. He wasn't treating me like I was his wife, like I was important, but like I was his roommate, live-in babysitter and housekeeper. Sex was about the only aspect of a real relationship he had any interest in, and complained when he didn't get it (but why should I feel like doing anything? What was in it for me?)
So, to salve over the loneliness and sadness and turmoil of being a new mother with barely any emotional support, I ate. I ate and ate and ate, because food was my friend. I didn't have to beg it to remove its friends for awhile so we could spend time together. I didn't have to fend off its attempts at sex even though it had barely really talked to me all week. Food was tasty, it was comfortable, and if I was going to feel and be alone, then I'd at least do so with something that lifted my spirits. (And yes, I had my baby, but they depend completely on you at that age - you can't depend on them for company and support).
It wasn't until I stood up and realised that the way my ex was treating me was not acceptable anymore that I finally did something about my weight, and really WANTED to. I started my lifestyle change earlier this month, a little over six months after I moved out and got my own apartment. Those first six months were time for me to set up, get my life in order, and build my foundations back. I had to start really loving myself again, because being physically alone is perfectly fine - it's feeling alone when you're with someone that takes an emotional toll. Once that happened, and I realised I was only hurting myself, damaging my health and appearance, hiding the great person I was inside - putting down all those foods I didn't need was easy. It WILL get hard as time goes on, of course, as does any journey.
But I think my situation is a good example of how, sometimes, you need to fix things in your life completely unrelated to eating. You can't erase all hardship, but having a constant source of it isn't something anyone needs.