This has been the one thing that has plagued me all my life. My family equated emotions with food; we ate when we were happy, when we were sad, when we were bored. It (food) has been a constant companion all my life. I am now morbidly obese. I have never wore a regular size, it was always “pretty plus”, “husky”, or “women’s”. I long to buy a size 14 off the rack!! I had weight loss surgery last year and have lost some (50 pounds) but I still find myself falling back into old habits, just with a new twist (liquids or soft foods that will go down easy). Once in my life I want to buy clothes in a department store (and not in their women’s section). There are so many other issues tied into this that if this one thing was all that I accomplished in life, I would be ecstatically happy.