He struggles with his weight. Once he weighed over four hundred pounds. Eventually he got down to two hundred. Now he's inching up to around two hundred fifty pounds. He feels like his life is out of control. He feels depressed and then eats to help him feel less depressed but, because of what he chooses to eat, he winds up feeling more depressed.
I asked him what food means to him. He was stumped.
So he's going to think about what meaning food has for him. Maybe once he knows why he's eating he won't need to eat so much.
If we only ate for the sake of getting enough protein and fat and vegetables and fruits and all of that stuff no one would be overweight. Instead, we eat for comfort or reward. We eat because we're bored or because we're angry. The reasons we eat give meaning to the foods we choose.
It's something to think about as we muddle through this eat until you're too full to move holiday season. Sure, food should be enjoyed. You get no argument from me on that one. Come the first day of the new year and its multiple resolutions, though, we might consider resolving to figure out our very complicated relationship with food.